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It has not been without considerable hesita- 
tion, and many misgivings, that the following 
compositions are offered to the Public. In addi- 
tion to the delicacy felt in exposing to the gener- 
al eye the utterance of private devotional feeling, 
there has been felt a responsibility with regard 
to religion, for the manner in which that utter- 
ance is given. Moreover, the author is aware 
that to very many persons poetry of any kind is 
distasteful ; while, with respect to those who can 
appreciate genuine sentiment poetically ex- 
pressed, their favour is greatly preengaged 
by the beautiful Hymns of Watts, Cowpek, 
Wesley, Heber, Montgomery, and others — 
Hymns stereotyped on the Church's heart. Still, 
having been encouraged by the favourable 
opinion expressed by some to whom he had sub- 
mitted the manuscript, and whose judgment he 


respects, and also by the kind interest shown 
towards it by several others, — to all of whom he 
tenders, now, his most grateful acknowledgments, 
he feels that it is quite possible he might do 
wrong in suppressing it. 

The hymns having been composed often at 
long intervals, they may occasionally be open to 
the charge of sameness ; but, while sensible of 
this, when more than one piece occurred in 
which there was an affinity of sentiment, he 
deemed it best to insert the whole, and leave 
selection to the reader. Besides, the sameness 
will not seldom be found more apparent than 
real ; and, at all events, be compensated by the 
variety of the metre. 

May it graciously please Him, who is the real 
Author of all that is praiseworthy, to accept and 
own this humble endeavour to commend His 
truth, to declare His goodness, and to comfort 
His people. 



The former edition of this little work haying 
met with an encouraging acceptance, and being 
several years out of print, the author was led to 
think of preparing a new one. It is now sent 
forth, to a large extent re-written, and enriched 
with numerous additional pieces. To the in- 
dulgence of the religious public, and the blessing 
of the Most High, it is anew commended. 

WicJchambrook Ficarage. 




The Invocation 


The Two Books 


The mysterious Goodness 


Fear allayed 


The Friend of friends 




The Unsearchable 


First Moment in Heaven 


A Starlight Contemplation 



The primal Truth 


God's Eternity 


The everlasting Covenant 


He thought on us 


The Problem solved 


God's Poem 






The precious Gift 


Divine Teaching 




The Teacher 

The matchless Change 
Christ's unsearchable Riches 
Rose of Sharon 
The blessed Place 
The Cross 
God's Acme . . 
The Lamb 


The Soul's Rest 

The Heart 

The Bitterness of Sin 
God's Absence deplored 

The Foe 

The Secret of Comfort 

The Christian's Needs 

Man's Perversity 

The Melody of Melodies 

The Conflict 

The Comforter 

Our Need of Christ . . 

The happy "Walk 

Pardon sought 


The blessed Commandment 

The true Elevation . . 


A right Spirit 
The lost Jewel 
The Refuge 
Christ's Preciousness 
The blessed Discipline 


The Throne of Grace 
Sacred Retirement . . 
Prayer's Profitableness 


Night made Day 

The Afflicted comforted 

The Good Physician 

Spiritual Sculpture . . 

Sorrow a Benefactor 

Trial soothed 

Trial sanctified 

A Caution 

The Anodyne 

A Prayer in Trouble 

God Found 

Prayer's Return 

The Heart's Ease . . 

Longing for Rest . . 

The universal Desire 


This is not our Rest 

The promised Rest 

The soothing Thought 

The Blest 

The School . . 

" Patience of Hope " 

The Christian's Motto 


God's Goings 
Be not afraid 
The Pilgrim 



A Litany 

The Gauntlet 

The blessed People 

Christ always with His People 

A Ilyran for Autumn 

Morning Hymn 

Evening Hymn 

No Xisrht in Heaven 


The Harmonies 

The Messiah 

Praise encouraged 

God's Greatness 

The Governor 

For Divine Illumination 

Mercies acknowledged 

Praise for Afflictions 

Holy Jealousy 

Man's Praises challenged 

The Praise in reserve 


The Dawning of the Day 
The blessed Advent 
The Christian's Danger 
The urgent Duty 
The Change 
The River of Life 
The Renewal 
Zion cheered 
The Saviour's Prayer 
The Conqueror 





The cheering Prospect 


The Warning 


Now or Never . . 


The Consummation 


The Golden Interval 


The Divine Wooer . . 


Prayer for Christ's Coming 



England free, while faithful to God 


The Sabbath 


The weeping Isle 


Faith exemplified 


Jehovah Sabaoth . . . . 


The Age 


Lines to the Bible 


The glorious Race 


The glorious Hour 


Seek we the Land 




i: But none saith, Where is God my maker, who giveth songs in 
the night r " Job xxxv. 10. 

Father of lights ! all minds in one ; 
Yea, more — of intellect the Sun ! 
That inexhaustibly dost still 
With gifts Thy chosen vessels fill : 

Since from Thyself must come the strain 
That would aspire Thine ear to gain, 
Oh ! smile upon my earnest aim 
In numbers meet to laud Thy name. — 

The soul was once in every tone 
With Thy own mind in unison ; 
With chords celestial was it strung, 
And with immortal music rung. 



The harmony all nature caught, 
And straight was into concert brought : 
On earth, in air, from beast or bird, 
Not one discordant sound was heard. 

But Sin untuned the noble lyre, 
And hush'd are now its notes of fire ; 
Or faint as those of Ocean's shell, 
Where still its native murmurs swell. 

But, Lord, Thou canst its strings restore, 
And make it musical once more ; 
Oh ! touch it with Thy hand, until 
Its tones shall all creation thrill : 

Till with the sempiternal chime 
Of cherubim in choir sublime, 
Man shall unite, and Nature's frame, 
One mighty harp, extol Thy name. 


" The heavens declare the glory of God.— The law of the Lord 
is perfect." Psalm xix. 1, 7. 


My God, how beautiful this world ! — 
Thy spacious jeweLTd tent, unfurl' d ! 
Where'er I turn, both eye and ear — 
Two witnesses — attest Thee near. 

How fine the sound of far-off floods ; 
Of breezes sighing through the woods ; 
Of insect bands, or choral voice 
Of birds, that in Thy smile rejoice. 

I bless Thee, Father, for them all ; 
But most that Thee they oft recall : 
Those glorious heavens that o'er me shine, 
This lovely earth, around, is Thine. 

A wondrous temple they compose, 
In which the soul ethereal grows, 
Until it disembodied seems, 
Rapt in unutterable dreams, 


Yet, in this goodly dwelling-place 
The prints of wrath I also trace : 
Volcanoes, earthquakes, storms, afford 
Emphatic comments on Thy word. 

That Book, — their true interpreter, 

Tells how exalted once we were : 

But how, by sin to ruin hurl'd, 

In falling, we unhinged the world. 

Yes ! Nature gives a music grand, 

Where yet, strange discords may be scann'd ; 

Thy Word the heavenly notes supplies, 

That them can finely harmonize. 

In either volume we behold 

The self- same God His face unfold ; 

But only one yields man repose — 

Thy Word alone a Saviour shows. 

May I, through all Thy works sublime, 
To Thee, as by a ladder, climb : 
See Thee more clearly as Thou art ; 
Feel Thee more strongly draw my heart. 

And, as thy glories on me shine, 
May I their pencillings Divine 
Imbibe, and every touch retain, 
Till Thy full image I regain. 


4 What is man that thou art mindful of him," &c. Psalm viii. 4. 

Thou dwell' st in the glory 

~No mortal can see ; 
A pavilion of darkness 

Environetli Thee : 
The heavens, for Thy curtain, 

Thou spread' st out alone ; 
And the stars are the pavement 

Sustaining Thy throne ! 


Winds, lightnings, and earthquakes 

Thj r armoury form : 
Thy smile throws its charming 

Bright scarf o'er the storm. 
Thou speak'st to the ocean, 

Commanding a calm, 
And, like a coil'd serpent, 

It sleeps in Thy palm ! 


Thou stand'st in the centre, 

A hand on each pole, 
Reviewing the systems, 

As round Thee they roll : 
And, as Thy inspection 

Through being extends, 
Each thing, its reflection, 

Thy goodness commends ! 


glorious Creator, 

My King and my God ! 
Who once in our nature 

This planet hast trod ; 
When we think of Thy greatness, 

Thy pureness, Thy might, 
Why, why are we sinners 

So dear in Thy sight ? 


— " Perfect love easteth out fear." 1 John iv. IS. 

Almighty, everlasting One ! 
Whom angels shrink to look upon, — 
Their eyes not bearing yet the light 
Of glory so exceeding bright : 

Who art so absolutely pure, 
Thou canst not e'en the sight endure 
Of sin ; — shall such a worm as I 
Once see Thy awful majesty ? 

How overwhelming is the thought ! 
How terrible ! — Oh, were it not 
That Thy own Son shall bring me near, 
My heart would faint, would die, with fear. 

Thy attributes, before array'd 
As foes, in Him my friends are made. 1 
A rainbow round Thy throne they form, 
Telling of wrath's departed storm. 

1 Psalm lxxxv. 10. 


And thus, through Him, may I — a mite, 
A very nothing in Thy sight — 
Approach Thee, and unblenching gaze 
On Thy dread glory's temper'd blaze. 

Still, fear and love my heart divide : 
Let both within my heart abide, — 
Two oars, my bark propelling here, — 
In Heaven will love extinguish fear. 


• That ho by the irrace of God should taste death for every man.' 
Heb. ii. 9. 

Oh ! bitter, bitter was that taste ! 

He tasted death, — no more : 
The pang too mighty was, to last ; 

It bent almighty power. 

And well it might : eternal pains 
Those few dark hours condense : 

In one dire draught the cup He drains 
Of agony immense ! 

This was the actual, only hell 
The blest Redeemer knew — 

The horror black that o'er him fell, 
When God his face withdrew. 

Into His sinless soul a world 

Of misery was pour'd, 
That we, from bliss to misery hurl'd, 

To bliss might be restored. 


! let me ne'er that Friend forget, 
Who turn'd not once aside, 

But stedfastly the tempest met, 1 
Me from its brunt to hide. 

Lord, let Thy love, past all compare, 
Piercing my being's core, 

Eyoke some spring responsiye there, 
To gush for eyermore ! 

1 See Luke ix. 51 ; sii. 50. 



• My beloved is the chiefest among ten thousand." So>*g of 
Solomon v. 10. 

Oh for a pen from angel's wing, 
For strain more high than angels sing ; 
For His own matchless tongue, to tell 
The glories of Emmanuel ! 

The rarest things in heaven and earth 
Are but poor shadows of His worth : 
Ten thousand thousand suns were dim, 
And rubies vile, compared with Him. 

How great, how holy, yet how meek 
Was He, who came the lost to seek ; 
Th' incarnate God, contemn'd, reviled, 
In power to harm appear' d a child. 

He could have summon'd lightnings down 
To avenge His wrongs ; yea, with His frown 
Have wither'd His insulting foes, 
And put a period to His woes. 


But frowns and bolts He laid aside, 
And, scattering bounties far and wide, 
Would man's bard beart with love subdue, 
And to His own His creatures woo. 

And now He reigns for evermore : 
What bliss His beauty to adore ! 
Near Him with seraphs aye to move, 
But gaze with more than seraph's love. 

Being of beings ! man's dark mind 
Is still to Thy attractions blind : 
Anoint our eyes, that we may see 
Thy glory, — and transfigured be ! 



- The love of Christ that passeth knowledge." Epji. iii. 19. 

Oh for a lyre, to sing the love 

Emmanuel to us bore ! 
As from our eyes the mists remove, 

It shines out more and more. 

It forms the key to all He said ; 

The clue of His career ; 
The golden seam that underlaid 

His whole existence here. 

Such the benignity, the grace, 

That from Him ever flow'd, 
It might have seem'd some sinless race 

Which He such favour show'd. 

But oh ! He 'd scanned the human heart, 1 
Had gauged that gulf immense, 

And found it tinged in every part 
With enmity intense. 2 

1 John ii. 24. 25. 3 Rom. v. 8—10; viii. 7- 


Alas ! mere glirnm'rings of His love, 

At most, we here behold ; 
Eternity too short will prove, 

It fully to unfold. 

The soul will o'er a glorious sea 
Her rapturous flight extend, 

Or dive in its profundity, 
But ne'er descry an end. 

Oh ! when we reach the Realm of bliss, 
And view the eminence bright 

From which He plunged to woe's abyss, 
To bring us to that height ; 

How we shall wish that worlds were ours, 

Them at His feet to lay ; 
And feeble feel, with angels' powers, 

His goodness to repay. 



• Thine eyes shall see the kins: in his beauty : they shall behold the 
land that is very far off." Isaiah xxxiii. 17. 

First moment in Heaven ! 

Oh, exquisite scene ! 
How poor, to its splendour, 

Earth's brightest have been. 
How thrilling the music : 

How brilliant the flowers ; 
How fragrant the breezes 

That float from the bowers. 

Those mansions how goodly ; 

How fair to behold, 
The crystalline river, 

The streets of pure gold : 
Those creatures how glorious ; 

Their crowns, how they glow ! 
Oh, this is life truly — 

Xe'er lived I till now. 



But who sits exalted 

On yonder bright throne, 
Where all are most lovely, 

The loveliest One ? 
Around Him in numbers 

Unnumber'd they move ; 
Returning in plaudits 

His tokens of love. 


The King in His beauty ! 

Messiah, the Lord : 
Even He, whom, believing, 

Erewhile I adored. 
blissful emotions, 

]No tongue can define : 
O glory transcendent, 

Henceforth thou art mine ! 



" When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers." &c. 
PsALii viii. 3. 

On yon blue dome, this lovely night, 
What wondrous limnin gs do I trace ; 

What rare Cartoons arrest my sight, 
In diamonds drawn on boundless space ! 

Ye silent, but expressive skies, 

Whose dusky face such light reveals ! — 
As through the mute one's speaking eyes 

A brilliant soul not seldom steals, — 

Oh ! might we scan the mysteries, — 

To mortal scrutiny forbid, — 
The grand and glorious destinies 

By your resplendent curtain hid ! 

Methinks, a vast dark crypt ye are, 

That Heaven's superb cathedral props ; 

Each groining stone a lustrous star, 
That melted brilliants on us drops ! 


And higher and yet higher skies, 

Transcending Thought's sublimest flight, 

Steps of a wondrous stair- case, rise 
Up to the primal Realm of light. 

Oh ! to reflect that He, who piled 
Those terraces, drew mortal breath, 

And for His creatures, sin-defiled, 
Endured to die a felon's death ! 

Be every star a tongue of fire, 
To fill Creation with His fame ; 

j^or, till those heavenly lamps expire, 
Forbear His goodness to proclaim ! 


• Thy statutes have been my songs, in the house of my pilgrimage. 9 
Psalm cxix. 54. 


" Behold, who hath created these things ? "—Isaiah xl. 2G. 

What matchless mind that crystal dome pro- 

Spread all around us, so immense and high ? 
Who from collapse and ruin hath protected 

That spacious tent, the world-enclosing sky ? 

Whence springs that azure arch, with lights so 

splendid ; 

On what strong piers or pillars may it sit ? 

Who in the pure expanse those lights suspended P 

Who stain'd it with a dye so exquisite ? 



From what dim period must those orbs be dated? 

What powerful arm hath them through Ether 
bowled ? 
From what vast quarry were they excavated ? 

By what rare art did each receive its mould ? 

Who set the grand chronometer a-going, 

That marks the days and months throughout 
the year ? 

Sun, moon, and stars, with such precision knowing 
The proper moment when to re-appear. 

Who unto Earth her verdant tint imparted ? 

Why was it green, nor some less pleasing hue ? 
From what far region have the seasons started, 

That round the world their annual race pursue ? 

Say, who hath given his emerald tinct to Ocean ? 

Or lent his voice its loud majestic roar ? 
Who put the mighty pendulum in motion, 

Still swinging to and fro, 'tween shore and 
shore ? 

Who bids the flowers and fruits, that recreate us, 
All in such sweet succession to pass by ; 

And keeps at work the wondrous apparatus, 
That, while refreshing Earth, relieves the sky? 


Who fix'd the Universe upon its pivot ? 

Where is that pivot placed, and what its stay ? 
Who made the screws, the vast machine that 

And regulates its movements, clay by day ? 

One truth — the key to the mysterious writing — 
O'er the dark page pours instant light abroad. 

That truth the heaven, the earth, the deep, unit- 
With thunder-tones proclaim — There is a 




" From everlasting to everlasting thou art God." — Ps. xc. 2. 

An age immense elapsed, ere Time 
Or any creature had its birth : 

No stars rang out their heavenly chime ; 
Shone neither sky, nor sea, nor earth. 

No angel tuned his lofty hymn ; 

No seasons stepp'd their stately round ; 
Past, present, future, all was dim, 

And silence chain'd the drear profound. 

One Being lived, and one alone — 

The Hermit of Eternity : 
A God unworshipp'd and unknown : 

Yet, all things to Himself was He. 

In bliss ineffably sublime, 

His empire His own mind, He reign' d ; 
All space, all being, and all time, 

Within his single breast contain'd. 


And thus it always might have been, 

Xor His felicity the less ; — 
No anthem heard, no splendour seen ; 

But darkness, silence, emptiness. 

And, Jesus, Thou wast with Him, then ; 

Rejoicing in Him evermore : 
Rejoicing in the sons of men, 1 

Born in Thy sight, all worlds before. 

Ten thousand ages, ere the stars 

Flushed out, along the fields of space, 

Thy wondrous love overbore all bars, 
In rushing toward our purposed race. 

Thou saw'st us, — in Thine image made, — 
Our own Creator soon ignore : 

Bright columns low in ruin laid ; 
By Thee uprcar'd, — to fall no more. 

Oh ! may the Spirit of all might, — 
One with the Father and with Thee, — 

Enwrap us in celestial light, 
Revealing the eternal Three ! 

1 ProY. vm. 22—31. 



(Heb. xiii. 20.) 

'• I have made a covenant with niy chosen."— Psalm lxxxix. 3. 
" And to Jesns the mediator of the new covenant." — Heb. xii. 24. 

From everlasting the All- wise foresaw 

Man upright made, but soon by sin destroyed ; 

Condemn'd beneath the sentence of His law ; 
Alike of strength, or hope, or goodness void. 1 

Yet, shall he perish ? — Mercy that forbade. 

Or live without a ransom ? — Justice this. 
God's purity and truth must be displayed, 

Though Adam's race be plungedin hell's abyss. 

Who shall the ransom be ? — A silence, still 
As death, the hosts of Heaven overcame ; 

Till thus God's Son : " Father, to do Thy will 
I go : from ruin /will man reclaim." 

Well pleased, the Father with the terms complies ; 

Nor did the eternal Paraclete decline 
To cleanse man's heart, and fit him for the skies; 

In more than primal brightness there to shine. 

1 Rom. iii. 10— IS; v. 6—10. 


The covenant is struck, and Calvary's hill 
Beheld the blood that ratified it flow : 

What prompted the vast scheme of power and 
skill ? 
Ah ! love, 1 — such love as only God can show. 

1 John iii. 16 ; 1 John iv. 10. 



' Jesus, the same yesterday, and to-day, and for ever." — Heb. xiii. 8 

He thought on us, while, all unknown, 

He dwelt in bliss sublime : 
Glanced through the boundless vista down, 

And view'd the events of Time. 

He thought on us, when through the vast 

Expanse this orb was roll'd ; 
And when, His other works surpass' d, 

Man took his perfect mould. 

He thought on us, when we, forlorn, 
Lay whelm' d in guilt and gloom ; 

Put off the splendours He had worn, 
Our weakness to assume. 

He thought on us, whilst toiling on 

In grief, from year to year ; 
'Mongst myriads, finding few or none 

His weary soul to cheer. 


He thought on us, in that dark hour 
Whose horrors none can know ; 

When Hell put forth her utmost power 
To fill his soul with woe. 

He thought on us, when on the tree 

By keenest torture wrung ; 
While o'er the appalling tragedy 

Heaven, all amazement, hung. 

He thinks on us, from yon bright throne, 

Adored by cherubim ; 
And oh ! can we, such kindness shown, 

E'er cease to think on Him ? 



* We know that the law is good, if a man use it lawfully."— 1 Tim. i. 8. 

Yes, Lord, Thy law indeed is good, 
The very line of rectitude ; 
Purer than gold seven times refined ; 
The mirror of Thy perfect mind. 

But I this holy law, God, 
Have under foot, times countless, trod ; 
And how, a sinner from the womb, 1 
Shall I evade the sinner's doom ? 

Guilty I am, deserving wrath, 
But Thou hast open'd me a path, — 
Not of escape from Hell alone, 
But e'en of access to Thy throne. 

Jesits, Thy Son, hath come from Heaven, 
And to Thy law obedience given 2 
" For me ; " and to expunge my guilt, 
His own most precious life- tide spilt. 

1 Isaiah xlviii. 8 ; Psalm li. 5. 2 Phil. ii. 8. 


Illustrious plan ! expedient rare ! 
Whereby Thou dost Thyself declare 
Inflexibly severe to sin, 
Yet back to Thee the sinner win. 

Blest God, since Thou hast granted me 
Thy Son, my righteousness to be, 1 
Within my heart Thy love instil, 
That I too may Thy law fulfil. 

1 Jer. xxxiii. 6 ; 1 Cor. i. 30. 



; O Lord our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth ! who 
hast set thy glory above the heavens."— Psalm viii. 1. 

When the arch-enemy had dared 
God's beauteous temple to defile, 

And our first mother's heart ensnared 
With sly insinuating wile ; 

He doubtless deem'd, a triumph rare 
He o'er his Maker had achieved ; 

But, captive ta'en in his own snare, 
Soon found he had himself deceived. 

The scheme that had our ruin brought, 

God pre-ordain'd should bring Him praise ! 

It had a proper platform wrought, 
Whereon a grander fane to raise. 

Slowly its glories might unfold 

Amid the gloom that reign' d around ; 

For Earth had nigh to Hell been roll'd, 
And wrapp'd in moral night profound. 



But day, to cheer the darkness, rose ; 

The long-foretold Restorer came ; 
As 'mid drear winter's clouds and snows 

The sun emits his welcome gleam. 


Xor ever should the radiance set, 
But still advance to glory's noon : 

Though unperceived by millions yet, 
'Twill flash around creation, soon. 

This world another look will wear, 
Suffused with that celestial sheen ; 

And all bright things, in earth and air, 
Prove precious symbols to have been. 

Long as the scroll, by night disclosed, 
Keeps its grand lettering, shall it seem 

A glorious Hymn, by God composed ; 
Having Redemption for its theme. 


"The entrance of thy word giveth light."— Psalm cxis. 130. 

A shell upon some peak of Earth 
Seems man, — by storms upthrown ; 

The sea retired, that gave it birth ; 
Its beauty all but flown. 

Antithesis of mean and great, 

Whom contraries divide ; 
Yet, spurning his degraded state, 

As still to God allied. 

A worm that reasons ; a compound 
At once of earth and heaven ; 

How came I on this foreign ground ? 
From what have I been riven ? 

righteous One ! the enigma hard 

Thy word explains, alone : 
Thou niad'st us good, but sin has inarr'd, 

Thy work, and us undone. 

Xor only does that precious mine 
Of truth this knowledge yield ; 

But there — intelligence Divine — 
A Saviour is reveal' d ! 



" Christ the power of God, and the wisdom of God."— 1 Cor. i 2*. 

How wondrous, Lord, the scheme 

"Which we by faith receive ; 
We see the sword of Justice gleam, 

And yet, delinquents live ! 

Creation's mighty birth 

Thy excellence reveaFd ; 
But higher powers are here put forth, 

And on a higher field. 

We view a sea of grace, 

Where all our sins may merge ; 

And where, as in a burning-glass, 
Thy glories all converge. 

Simplicity we view 

With grandeur so combined, 
As fetches out each finer hue 

Of Thy all-lovely mind. 


Truth, hand in hand with Love, 
Makes God and sinners one ; 

Yea, all Thy bright perfections move 
In finish'd unison. 1 

The masterpiece profound 
Angels may well admire ; 

But oh ! its utmost depths to sound, 
In vain e'en they desire. 2 

1 Psalm lxxxv. 10 ; Prov. viii. 12; 1 Cor. i. 24. 
2 1 Pet. i. 12. 



" Lord, increase our faith."— Luke xvii. 5. 

Faith is a principle divine, 

Implanted in the heart ; 
A fire that burns within that shrine, 

Warming its every part. 

It is the sepulchre of care, 
The germ of all that 's good ; 

By faith angelic joys we share, 
And taste angelic food. 

Devotion's missive to the skies 
Faith, swift as lightning, speeds ; 

And gracious telegraph'* d replies, 
Almost immediate, reads. 1 

As turns the flow'ret toward the sun, 
Though clouds his face may hide, 

Faith follows still the Holy One, 
Howe'er severely tried. 2 

1 Isaiah lxv. 24. 2 Job iiii. 15. 

3 * 


By faith, the ancient worthies gain'd 

A good report ; by faith 
The martyrs all their woes sustain'd, 

And triumphed ev'n in death. 1 

By faith, with righteousness divine 2 

Invested, we are given 
Among the sons of God to shine, 3 

Co-heirs with Christ of Heaven. 4 

Faith lends the soul a strength sublime ; 

Affords her wings to fly ; 
To tower beyond the things of Time, 

And Earth and Hell defy : 

T' expatiate in the realm of Light, 

As in her proper home ; 
And view, in one unbounded sight, 

Things past, and things to come. 

Thou, who far our thoughts above 

Canst do, to me impart 
The " precious " gift that works by love, 

And purifies the heart. 5 

1 Heb. xi. 35—38. 2 2 Cor. v. 21. 

3 John i. 12; Gal. iii. 26. * Rom. viii. 17. 

5 Gal. v. 6 ; Acts xv. 9 ; 1 Pet. i. 22. 


• Now wo have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit 
which is of God ; that we might know the things that are freely given 
to us of God."— 1 Cor. ii 12. 

How vast the advantage they possess, 
How signal is their happiness, 
Within whose hearts the Lord hath shined, 
Chasing the darkness of the mind. 

As when the morning lifts away 
The mists that on the landscape lay, 
A scene then bursts so ravishing, 
As heavenly truth alone can bring. 

The Bible — ah ! the Guide we find 
At length, its labyrinth to unwind ; 
Still, as we read, discoveries new 
At once amaze and charm the view. 

Not all the gems in Indian mines, 
Not all the lustres heaven enshrines, 
Seem half so precious, half so bright, 
As they — to the believer's sight. 


Nor do they — clouds devoid of rain — 
Suspended in the mind remain, 
But shed such showers upon the heart 
As life and fruitfulness impart. 

A seed has in that ground been sown, 
Whose growing power the affections own ; 
For, as it more and more unfolds, 
It gradually the man new-moulds. 

The soul, to God and peace restored, 
Knows Christ to be indeed " the Lord ; " 
The truth, by its own power within 
The bosom, proves its origin. 

Saviour, and is it so with me ? 
How deep my thankfulness should be ! 
Oh ! Jill me with the life Divine, 
And make me altogether Thine. 



1 But ye have an unction from the Holy One, and ye know all things.' 
1 John ii. 20. 

Man's spirit once was Wisdom's throne, 

And, in God's light reveal'd, 
The universe reflected shone 

Upon its spacious field : 

Till, reaching at a height too far, — 

The warning Voice forgot, 1 — 
He fell, as falls some splendid star, 

To sudden ruin brought. 

But Jesus, by his dying, hath 
Brought back the light Divine ; 2 

That we, who vessels were of wrath, 
May lamps of glory shine. 

And He Himself the conduit is 

Of that most precious oil, 
Whose fragrance fills the world of bliss, 

And cheers this world of toil. 

Lord, let not sin Thy grace control ; 

My lamp is all but dry ; 
Oh ! grant me from the golden bowl 

A plentiful supply. 3 
1 Gen. ii. 17. 2 2 Tim. i. 10. 3 Zech. it. 12. 



' Therefore, if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature," &c— 2 Cob. 
v. 17. Comp. Colossians i. 13, 14. 

Man, born of God, in Christ believes, 1 
And God's similitude receives ; 
Then his new energies displays 
In living to his Father's praise. 

work of works ! — matchless change ! 
Were we the boundless world to range, 
What could we witness, anywhere, 
That might at all with this compare ? 

To be from Satan's grasp retrieved, 
And to a Saviour's arms received, 
There everlastingly to prove 
A trophy of His power and love ; 

A mercy is so infinite, 

No mortal tongue can utter it ; 

From all eternity review'd, 

'T will challenge still fresh gratitude. 

1 John i. 12, 13. 



Epii. iii. 8. 

How finely suited to its ends 
Is the salvation God has given ; 

The gospel thus itself commends, 

Bearing the genuine stamp of Heaven. 

I want a Counsellor all- wise, 
My lack of wisdom to supply ; 

One, whose consummate sacrifice 
Me from my sins may justify. 

I want a Saviour who has power 

My innate evils to subdue ; 
Who can preserve, from hour to hour, 

And still my wasting strength renew. 

I want a faithful, tender Friend, 

Who can my heart, when wounded, heal : 
Bear with my frailties to the end, 

And for me in all trials feel. 

And such a One, God of grace, 
Hast Thou in Jesus granted me ; 

In whom each requisite I trace ; 
In whom I worlds of goodness see. 


What ceaseless thanks should they express, 
Who of this Saviour are possess'd ! 

Themselves but sin and wretchedness, 
In Him, redeem'd, renew'd, and bless'd. 1 

Yea, what a happiness they prove, 
Who even scan a scheme so rare ; 

Seeming with Wisdom's self to rove 
'Mid scenes than Eden's own more fair. 

2 Cor. v. 17. 



" I am the Rose of Sharon."— Song of Solomon ii. 1. 

Rose of Sharon, once so lowly, 
Blooming on terrestrial ground ; 

Now in Bliss by beings holy 

Gazed on with delight profound : 

Jewel, all the rays collecting, 
In the Infinite that shine ; 

More His Majesty reflecting 

Than His works, the most divine : 

Flower, ineffably resplendent ! 

How depraved our taste has grown, 
That thy loveliness transcendent 

We u»able are to own. 

Rose of Sharon, wast Thou wounded, 
That thy soid- reviving scent 

Might diffuse itself unbounded, 
To eternity unspent ? 

Oh ! awake our spell-bound senses, 
Till we taste thy sweetness ; till 

Thy unrivall'd excellences 

Earth, as Heaven, with rapture fill. 



" I go to prepare a place for you."— John xiv. 2. 

How all- desirable that Place ! — 
Home of the family of God ! — 

Where He unveils His lovely face, 
Diffusing boundless bliss abroad. 

Sin cannot live in its pure air ; 

Its joy is thornless and full-blown ; 
The mind, no longer cramp'd with care, 

Dilates, and knows, even as 't is known. 

Strange that we should so seldom take 
Excursions to those wondrous scenes ; 

Nor long through this clay wall to break, 
That from our view their lustre screens. 

How should Ave languish with desire 

To enter such a heritage ; 
Like heirs impatient, till expire 

The period of their pupilage. 


How should we joy, while here we stay, 
To 'scape above the air of Time, 

And ventilate our souls, each day, 
With draughts of the celestial clirne ! 

Enamour'd of our miseries, 

We mourn as though no Heaven remained: 
The spirit, that should cleave the skies, 

Furls up its wings, an eagle chain'd. 

Let trial all my blessings blight, 
Let clouds all o'er my sky expand ; 

One gleam at least my path shall light — 
The prospect of that glorious Land. 

For, Saviour ! if we once be Thine, 
No creature can the faith destroy, 

Implanted by Thy hand, to shine 
The pledge of everlasting joy. 



" It is'sown in dishonour, it is raised in glory."— 1 Cob. xv. 43. 

Precious Gospel ! how each craving 

Of the soul it satisfies ! 
Like the full-tide ocean, laving, 

To the brim, its estuaries. 

Peace, Heaven's olive-branch, it wingeth 
To the spirit toss'd by storm ; 

Thus the sting from Conscience wringeth, 
And from Death extracts the worm. 

It the poorest can ennoble 

With a more than princely dower ; 
And from briny waves of trouble 

Bring a spirit-sweetening shower. 

Nor the body overlooking, 
But regarding Nature's cries, 

Gently all her fears rebuking, 
Balm to soothe her pain applies. 


Shows us, while our friends committing 

To the narrow mansion drear, 
Faith and Hope, two angels, sitting 

By, our sorrowing hearts to cheer. 

Whispering that, in His safe hiding, 

Jesus will the treasure keep, 
Like the pearl in safety biding 

In its shell below the deep : 

And that, as the bulb declining, 
When its term of bloom is o'er, 

Quicken'd by the sun's warm shining, 
Rears its head, and blooms once more : 

So, albeit the grave its portal 

On its faded trust may close, 
It will rise again, immortal, 

Glorious, as the Saviour rose. 1 

1 Philippians iii. 20, 21. 



" But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord 
Jesus Christ." — Gal. vi. 14. 

The Cross, the Cross ! bright crest of Time ! 
Climax of all events sublime ; 
Star, that had cheer'd the ages past, 
That radiance on all after cast. 

Faith's land-mark in the waste of years, 
By which her heaven- ward course she steers ; 
The light-house, flinging o'er the waves 
Of that dark sea a beam that saves. 

There, while her standard Mercy rear'd, 
Her sword eternal Justice bared ; 
Nor plunged it in the sheath again, 
Until " the Prince of life " was slain ! 

There, by appalling gloom relieved, 
He shone with splendours unconceived ; 
Those three long hours of awful night 
On God and sin threw worlds of light ! 

There, while our Champion tortured hung, 
Defiance to our foes He flung ; 
There, singly, hellish hosts o'erthrew, 
And Death with his own weapon slew. 


Great feat of Love, for ever done ! l 
Sin is atoned, Redemption won ! 
In Thee, while blinded nature mourn'd, 
Faith saw the tide of Evil turn'd. 

Focus of glories ! still to shine 
With lustre more and more Divine ; 
How devils rage, its light to quench, 
And their one hope from mortals wrench ! 

" Tis finish 'd : " — that exultant voice 
Bade Hell despair ; bade Earth rejoice : 
Ne'er shall it die, but, echoing still, 
Eternity with transports fill ! 

Waft it, ye winds, from shore to shore ! 
Lift it, ye billows, as ye roar ! 
Catch it, ye skies, and bear it on 
From heaven to heaven, from sun to sun : 

To where, above your vast profound, 
With it angelic choirs resound ; 
Finding one fact their minds engross, 2 
Their minds amaze, — the Cross, the Cross ! 

1 Heb. ix. 12, 15, 26, 28; x. 12, 14. 2 1 Tet. i. 12. 



' Christ the power of God, and the wisdom of God."— 1 Cor. i. 21. 

Redemption is God's paragon ; 

The Sowings of His grace 
Have here their highest tide-mark won, 

Which they will ne'er efface. 

He can no second Son bestow : — 

In ages still to come 
It will His glories brightest show ; 

It sealeth up the sum. 

It forms the rain-bow round His throne, 1 
Where human guilt and tears, 

By His perfections shone upon, 
He grand indeed appears. 

Were angels through the mundane choir 

Their boundless way to wing, 
And of each several world inquire 

For any equal thing : 

1 Rev. iv. 3. 

god's acme. 51 

The inquiry would be made in vain ; 

They would return, and say, 
God's powers have reach'd their topmost strain 

In this sublime display. 

The more they on the marvel gaze, 

The more it charms their sight : 
The Artist's own eye on it stays 

With still increased delight. 



Rev. v. 8—9 ; vi. 16 ; xiv. 1—3 ; xv. 3. 

The love of the Lamb ; — ye dwellers in Bliss, 
Declare, if ye can, how immense its abyss : 
As eternity long, as the universe broad, 
A depth as profound as the bosom of God ! 

The blood of the Lamb : — how exhaustless its 

power ; 
Though proved since the Fall, unimpair'd at 

this hour ; 
O'er earth it extends, like a deluge, to hide 
Every mountain of sin that is plunged in its tide. 

The voice of the Lamb : — ah ! divine were the 

That could picture its charm, — at once gentle 

and strong, 
Like the roll of the sea when the tempest hath 

sped, — 
A voice that awakes, and gives life to the dead ! 


The wrath of the Lamb : — e'en its rumour to 

Convulses Hell's heart ; and fills Heaven with 

fear ! 
Xo language can paint it ; no fancy conceive ; 
All evil it sums ; and, once lighting, will cleave. 

The book of the Lamb : — in that mystical scroll 
Whoe'er is not register'd, woe to his soul ! 
Lord, in my heart let Thy precepts be traced, 
So, ne'er from that Book shall my name be 

The song of the Lamb : — oh ! the thrill of their 

As around the vast Temple the harmony rolls ! 
May / be found worthy, with that blessed band 
Who swell the grand strain, on Mount Zion to 

stand! 1 

1 Rev. xiv. 1—3; xv. 3. 


' Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath 
done for niy soul."— Psalm lxvi. 16. 


" Return unto thy rest, O my soul."— Psalm. exvi. 7. 

When hours of tranquil solitude 
From life's delirium set me free, 

From objects far too fondly woo'd 
My truant heart returns to Thee. 

Ah ! 'tis not, Lord, 'midst pleasures gay, 
Or strifes that come, a ruffling storm, 

Chasing the mind's bright calm away, 
That worthy views of Thee we form. 

And yet, wilt Thou the sin forgive, 

That those blest thoughts so soon depart, 

Whose heavenly influence aye should live, 
And with their fragrance fill the heart ? 


Allured by each deceitful thing, 
We turn for solace where we will, 

But, heedless of the living spring, 
The soul continues thirsty still. 

For all Earth's joys are dash'd with care ; 

And oh ! how soon the sweetest fly ! 
To Thee we must at last repair, 

Or, victims of illusion, die. 



[" Behold, I am vile."— Job xl. 4. 

A noisome cage of birds unclean ; 

A field with weeds overrun ; 
A temple, — ?ioiv, of gods obscene ; — 

A world without a sun : 

A desolate, accurst abyss, 

Ne'er cheer'd by tune of bird ; 

A haunted place, where serpents hiss, 
And voices strange are heard : 

Such is the heart, ere changed by grace ; 

Polluted, dark, deranged ; 
Each evil passion's lurking-place ; 

From all that 's good estranged. 1 

Where Gladness dwelt, now settles Gloom ; 

Care prowls where Peace abode : 
Depravity has Virtue's room, 

And Self the place of God. 

1 Gen. vi. 5 ; viii. 21. 


There, Wisdom banish'd from her throne, 

Stark Folly reigns profound ; 
The glorious Shechinah is gone ; 

Profaned the very ground ! 

Lord, rebuild Thy ruin'd fane ; 

Each beauteous stone restore ; 
Enter Thy " Holy Place " again, 

And never leave it more. 



" And the eyes of them both were opened."— Gen. iii. 7. 

Oh ! with what different eyes we see, 
Before and after we transgress ; 

Temptation fascinates, till we 

Are duped by dreams of happiness. 

But let the sinful deed be dared, 
And Conscience empire re assume ; 

The promised joy has disappear'd, 
And left but anguish in its room. 

The mind becomes a rayless night ; 

The breast a black-sea, tempest-tossed ; 
We wander, Cain-like, all delight, 

And confidence, and courage, lost. 

Oh ! this a holy God would prove, 
E'en had no other proof been given ; 

Guilt still must chain'd to misery move : 
Our minds were witnesses for Heaven. 


In autumn on a tree we Ve view'd 

An apple of complexion rare ; 
But lo ! what thus our senses woo'd, 

Proved hollow, — nay, a wasp w T as there. 

Ay ! such thy empty pleasures, Sin ! 

However tempting, they, when tried, 
Yield the mock'd spirit but chagrin ; 

And oh ! what grievous stings they hide. 


" When he hidethhis face, who then can behold himr"— JoBxxxiv. 29. 

•• Make thy face to shine upon thy servant ; save me for thy mercies' 

sake."— Ps-^lm xxxi. 16. 

Sun of tlie soul : true comfort's source and 
measure ; 

What felons of our peace we ever prove, 
When, lured by Folly in the mask of Pleasure, 

We lose the sweet persuasion of Thy love. 

As opes the flower, when morning shines un- 

But closes when the chill of eve returns, 
So, as Thy smile or cheers it, or is shrouded, 

My heart expands with joy, or darkly mourns. 

Oh ! when existence with Thy smile is lighted, 
Glide, as o'er golden sands, the rapid hours ! 

Till sin overtakes us, and, at once benighted, 
A dismal cloud upon the spirit lowers. 

But is Thy face withdrawn from me for ever P 
Say, must I sigh away my life in pain ? 

Wilt Thou not turn, Thy suppliant to deliver, 
And sun me with Thy countenance again P 

Yea, Saviour, turn ; yet show me Thy salvation : 
Shine on my soul, that, like a heliotrope, 

In this her night of gloom and desolation, 
Looks, pines for Thee, — Thy pity her sole hope. 



' Rejoice not aerainst me, O mine enemy: when I fall, I shall arise ; 
when I sit in darkness, the Lord shall be a light unto me." — Mica n 
vii. S. 

How full of cruelly and craft 

Is he who hovers near, 
Still .seeking, with some venom'd shaft, 

To work us woe severe. 

How often has his fiery dart 

Pierced me, when off my guard ; 

Oh, for more grace, to keep my heart 
Against his wiles prepared. 

More let me watch and pray ; and live 

With all my armour on, 
That I may less advantage give 

The foe, than I have done. 

So shall I on him be avenged 

For every spiteful wound ; 
My soul less frequently unhinged, 

And plunged in gloom profound. 

Thus from the eater meat shall come, 
And sweetness from the strong : 

Till to the warfare wearisome 
Succeed the victor's son^. 



" —all ray springs are in thee."— Psalm lxxxvii. 7. 
"—looking unto Jesus."— Hebrews xii. 2. 

Alas, we must not look within, 

Tranquillity to find ; 
For still some lingering stain of sin 

Sullies the purest mind : 

No, but direct our reverent eyes 

To yonder scene of gloom, 
And view the fire from vengeful skies 

Our Substitute consume. 1 

This is the solitary source 
That genuine peace supplies ; 

And only here the happy course 
Of service has its rise. 

When we believe our guilt forgiven 

Through God's beloved Son, 
We serve Him, not to win our Heaven, 

But grateful for it won. 

1 Isaiah liii. 4—6; John x. 11, 15; xv. 13 ; 1 Peter ii. 21. 


Father, let Thy uplifted face 

Away all terrors shine ; 
That I may see Thee full of grace, 

And Thy love kindle mine. 1 

Since Thy own Son, my only trust, 

Did once the wine -cup drain 
Of wrath for me, Thou art too just 

To fill that cup again. 2 

1 1 John iv. 19 ; 2 Cor. v. 19. 2 1 John i. 9. 



• My God shall supply all your need— by Christ Jesus."— Phil. iv. 19 

Lord, Thou of love the ocean art ; 

Thy bliss is giving bliss ; 
Then hear, while cries my inmost heart, 

Xor my request dismiss. 

Xumerous the benefits I need, 

And vast as Heaven can shower : — 

A mind from all defilement freed, 
From pride's tyrannic power. 

I want a heart enlarged with love, 

Simplicity of aim ; 
A spirit raised this world above, 

Dead to its praise or blame. 

T want more light ; I fain would be 

All "full of eyes within,' ' 
That so, what mentally I see, 

May cleanse my heart from sin. 


I want more grace, to wind my will 

To harmony with Thine : 
To feel Thy love unchanging still, 

Whate'er Thou may'st assign : 

To mortify the love of ease ; 

Each inward power renew ; 
And make it my grand aim to please 

My God, in all I do. 

Now, as the mists, from earth that rise, 
Return in showers from heaven ; 

To my poor prayers, in rich supplies, 
Let showers of grace be given. 



' —a deceived heart hath turned him aside," &c. — Isaiaii xliv. 20 
" For ye were sometimes darkness," &c— Eph. v. 8. 

Oh ! what a night of death invests 
The soul that unawaken'd rests ! 
Unlit by one celestial gleam, 
Such pass their life, as in a dream. 

That were a laudable desire, 
Did all to genuine joy aspire : 
But most, by mockeries led astray, 
To their own ruin speed their way. 

Thus sea-birds, by some beacon-light 
Allured, amid the murky night, 
Themselves against the lantern wound, 
And fall, death-stricken, to the ground. 

Like perverse trees, that loathe to rise 
Toward the bounteous sun and skies, 
Man turns from God, — his source and end, — 
While all his habits hell- ward tend. 

man's PERVERSITY. <i7 

Alas ! how fearful, e'en in thought, 
The infatuated victim's lot, 
When from beneath him melts away 
That world which form'd his only stay ! 

O Thou, who once didst die for me, 
To win Thee my ambition be : 
And, if aught here a wish may claim, 
Let it not damp, but feed, that flame. 

Yea, since Thou art the plenitude 
Of all that 's lovely, great, or good, 
Let nought on earth be prized by me, 
Save what may lift me nearer Thee. 



"—singing and making melody in your hearts to the Lord." 
Eph. v. 19. 

There *s pleasant music in the chime 
Of song-birds, in the summer's prime : 
There 's solemn music in the roar 
Of seas, as they bombard the shore : 

Grand music, when the ethereal frame 
In thunder speaks Jehovah's name ; 
And Earth — one mighty sounding-board — 
Peals back the salvo, chord for chord. 

And when her many chants ascend, 
And in one oratorio blend 
Before the Eternal's throne, how fine 
Their concord in the ear Divine ! 

Yet there 's a music which must fill 
That ear with tones more charming still : 
'Tis that reserved for His alone — 
Breathed from a heart made quite His own. 


From passions, once discordant strings, 
His Spirit, the performer, brings 
Such melody, as, if they knew, 
Angels would still be listening to ! 

! happy state, when every thought 

Is into sweet accordance brought 

With God's own mind ! — 'tis more than rest ; 

Tis Heaven's soft echo in the breast. 


' I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my 

mind," &c— Rom. vii. 23—25. 
'Iniquities prevail against me."— Psalm lxiv. 3. 

I hoped that I was crucified 

Unto the world, and it to me : 
And that no earthly thing aside 

Could wile my heart from Thee. 

But oh, the iniquity that 's here ! — 

The smouldering volcanic fire 
Only with life itself, 't is clear, 

Will finally expire. 

Keep Thou my heart, almighty God ! 

The insurgents in that hold repress : 
So, their terrific rush withstood, 

They shall Thy hand confess. 

For me too hard the conflict proves : 
All hell t' oppose me seems design'd : 

Yet, heavenward still my weak soul moves, 
Like bird against the wind. 


Delightful moment ! lonff'd-for time ! 

TVhen I this mortal coil shall cast, 
T expatiate in a purer clinic 
I tf perfect peace, at last ! 

Then, Lord, then only, shall I see, — 
And, seeing, still Thy praise renew,- 

How much Thou didst endure in me, 
How much Thou didst subdue. 


" Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, and uphold rac with 
thy free Spirit." — Psalm li. 12. 

As swell the soft tides of the ocean, 
When moonlight is full, so, Lord, 

Swells my spirit with new- felt devotion, 
When to it Thy smile is restored. 

Then strive I, the effort repeating, 

To burst from the world's heavy chain : 

But vain thoughts, the endeavour defeating, 
Still hurry me downward again. 

Oh ! when will these struggles be ended ? 

Oh ! when shall my soul be set free ? 
Thy mighty arm only, extended, 

Can rescue a captive like me. 

Thou promisest light to the lowly, 
The mists from his mind to remove ; 

To make him both happy and holy ; 
Yea, like the blest Son of Thy love. 

Without Him, dark, comfortless, lonely, 
Through Christ for Thy Spirit I call : 

He, He is the Helper ; He only ; 

With Him I have heaven, I have all. 



' They that be wliole need not a physician, but they that are sick." 
Matt. ix. 12. 

Saviour, how every moment may I see 
More my own misery, and need of Thee ! 
With sin within me, and seduction 'round, 
I seem to wander o'er enchanted ground. 

This hour, some fair resolve I fondly make, 
Only the next that fair resolve to break : 
Then by myself, unaided, think to pray, 
And in the very thought my senses stray. 

If of some text the meaning now shine clear, 
It proves a splendour soon to disappear : 
At present if in wisdom's path I glide, 
Anon, like wandering star, I start aside. 

Thus seems my joy, by turns obscure and bright, 
To wane and wax, like some revolving light : 
And T to struggle on with steps uneven, 
My heart a pendulum 'twixt earth and heaven. 


Yet 'midst these oscillations I rejoice : 
Jesus is still my soul's deliberate choice : 
And this pure flame must on within me burn, 
Till to itself it my whole being turn. 

Yes ! it will vindicate its heavenly source 
By spreading with assimilating force ; 
Till I at last, from all corruption free, 
Approach, blest thought ! in purity to Thee. 

i o 


• Our fellowship is with the Father, and with his Son, Jesus Christ; 
1 Joiix i. 3. 

There is a happy walk below, 

With God the Father, through the Son : 
That happy walk believers know 

Alike in crowds, as when alone. 

To Him they each known sin confess ; 

On Him devolve their every care : 
Him in each exigence add] 

And find Him near them, every where. 

They trace His gracious guiding hand, 
As on from stage to stage they move : 

Sure, when they reach the Promised Land, 
Each step will show the stamp of love. 

And how their hearts within them burn, 
While hearkening to His "still small voice," 

Cheering them, when perchance they mourn, 
And bidding them in Him rejoice ! 


Oh ! what are all the joys of Time 
Compared with such a joy as this — 

To have, in converse so sublime, 
An antepast of heavenly bliss ? 

With Heaven connected by a bond 
Divine, and with a covenant God 

Permitted still to correspond — 

E'en now Heaven's sunshine gilds their road. 

Can mortal man thus privileged be, 

And not the ennobling privilege prize ? 

Surely, the shocking sight to see 

Must bring the tears from angels' eyes. 

Oh that mine own were tears ! my head 

A reservoir of waters ! then, 
I tears both day and night should shed 

For man, from God so alien ! 

Oh for a voice, the spell to break ; 

Oh for ten thousand tongues of fire ; 
From her dead sleep the soul to wake, 

And with a Saviour's love inspire ! 

From the four winds come, mighty Breath ! 

See, the fell Vampire sucks his blood ! 
Ere yet he sleep the sleep of death, 

Awake insensate man, God ! 



" Remember not my transgressions." — Psalm xxv. 7. 

In times, — to come, I trust, no more, — 
Thee, Saviour, have I grieved ; 

TThile Tliou stood'st knocking at the door. 
And sought 'st to be received. 

That frowardness, which now I mourn. 

Oh ! do not Thou requite ; 
Xor, while he seeks Thy favour, spurn 

Thy suppliant from Thy sight. 

More indispensable become 

Than life itself, Thou art : 
Ah ! what but one long martyrdom 

Is life, from Thee apart ? 

And bitter as the desert spring 
AVithout the sweetening tree, 1 

The heart is, — an accursed thing, — 
Until renewed by Thee. 

Oh how unworthy, then, this breast 

The Holiest to enshrine ! 
Still, Lord, still deign to be its guest : 

Ay ! make the unworthiest Thine. 

i Exod. xv. 23-25. 


' Or let him take hold of my strength, that he may make peace 
with me, and he shall make peace." — Isaiah xxvii. 5. 

God, my sins, so manifold, 
Would from Thy throne deter ; 

But, to approach I must make bold, — 
Though Justice' self sits there. 

Oh ! through the blood on Calvary shed, 

Obliterate the past ; 
Since by Thy kindness captive led, 

T turn to Thee at last. 

In the blest Fountain, there unseal'd, 

I would a life-bath take, — 
Come forth with soul refresh'd and lieal'd, 

In a diviner make. 

Each vice, that may my nature spot, 

Extirpate or subdue ; 
But chiefly pride, that primal blot 

That penetrates it through. 


Yea, of my old self empty me ; 

For what is man, within ? 
Alas ! an ever-bearing tree, 

Whose fruit is always sin. 

My every thought do Thou inspire : 

Act in me every act : 
Make each emotion, wish, desire, 

Square with Thy rule, exact. 

But for a little season set 
Down on this earthly stage, 

Help me to do Thee service yet, 
Ere ends my pilgrimage. 

For surely, if a cloud e'er flee 

O'er yonder region blest, 
This thought must give it rise, that we 

Here served Thee ill, at best ! 

Make me an instrument to sound 
Thy praise, to work Thy will ; 

Thy glory to reflect around, 
Till life's last pulse be still. 

Then to that brighter world, above, 
I 'd pass from mortal sight ; 

Fade in th' infinitude of low. 
Merge in th' abyss of light. 



Matt. xxii. 37. 

"My son, give me thine heart." — Proverbs xxiii. 20. 

" He that dwelleth in love, dwelleth in God, and God in him.' 

1 John iv. 16. 

Oh that we did but read aright 

God's aim in each command ; 
How brightly, to our charmed sight, 

His goodness would expand ! 

The blessedness of loving Him 

No language can express : 
It fills joy's chalice to the brim ; 

In it Ave worlds possess. 

It lends to Summer's smiling face 

A still more brilliant bloom, 
And makes the soul a sunny place 

Amid December's gloom. 

The ocean rock, the desert's scene, 

Nay, e'en the dungeon cell, 
The vestibule of Bliss have been, 

Illumined by its spell. 


Ay ! chiefly in affliction's hour — 
Like plants by night that blow — 

Its charms unfold ; with sovereign power 
To soothe, and sweeten woe. 

While to the saints on earth 'tis given, 

The song of Heaven it swells ; 
And he already dwells in Heaven, 

In whom this treasure dwells. 

Lord, let Thy love my heart engage ; 

Yea, set my soul on fire ! 
A very angel's heritage 

Can reach a joy no higher. 



" To be spiritually minded is life and peace."— Rom. viii. 6. 

Lead me, Lord, imto the Rock 

That higher is than I : 
That only, in the earthquake shock 

Of ill, can strength supply : 
I long above the world to be, 
My springs of life and joy in Thee. 

There 's calmness in the upper sides, 

While tempests rage below ; 
Thus, as in holiness we rise, 

Tranquillity we know. 
Then raise me to that mental clime, 
Superior to the storms of Time. 

Vouchsafe me grace my cross to bear, 
And follow Christ, each day : 

His blessed Spirit to declare 
In all I do or say ; 

I 'd be to Him — His life who lost 

For me — a living holocaust : 


Like Him, serenely persevere 

Through all discouragement : 
His voice in every trial hear, 

And thus, with zeal unspent, 
The way of Thy commandments run, 
Seeming apparelTd with the sun. 

When I shall have that height attain'd, — 

I now far off descry, — 
That height by patient effort gain'd, 

Whose air is purity ; 
I shall in heavenly places sit, 
And see earth's clouds beneath me flit. 



' Surely, it is meet to be said unto God, I have borne chastisement, I 
will not offend any more : that which I see not, teach thou me ; if 
I have done iniquity, I will do no more." — Job xxxiv. 31, 32. 

Oh this incorrigible heart ! 

So hard, perverse, and proud : 
Aye practising the rebel's part, 

By all rebukes unbow'd. 

The problem dark is solved at last, 
Why still, from year to year, 

I Ve battled with one adverse blast, 
Till, now, my leaf grows sere. 

A weary warfare must they find, 

Who madly persevere 
Opposing God ; nor with the wind, 

But dead against it, steer. 

But I succumb : — most gracious One, 

Compassion on me take : 
This wretched heart Thy grace alone 

Can pure and happy make. 


Thou didst of old the patients heal, 

Who for Thy help applied ; 
Shall those, who worse diseases feel, 

Thy mercy be denied ? 

Thou, to quench the fires of hell 

In human bosoms, skill' d, 
Change the volcano to a well, 

With living water fill'd. 

Bid the tormentor from my breast 

For evermore remove ; 
And me, at length relieved and blest, 

Thy power almighty prove. 


" —and renew a right spirit within me."— Psalm li. 10. 

A spirit humble, quiet, cool ; 

Well disciplined itself to rule ; 

When wrong'd and stung, that can forbear, 

Seeking and finding strength in prayer. 

A spirit fiird with holy love, 
Wont in a heavenly sphere to move : 
Where shines the sun of sweet content 
In an unclouded element. 

A spirit schooled to cast each care 
At Jesu's feet, and leave it there : 
In danger tranquil, as we see 
A star 'mid nature's anarchy. 

A spirit warm'd with righteous zeal, 
And yet, that will to weeping feel 
For those who precious truth despise, 
As fall soft drops from fervid skies. 

A spirit to its God so true, 
Trial but fires its faith anew : 
Of His blest Paraclete the shrine : 
Lord, make the priceless treasure mine ! 



- There be many that say. Who will show us any good r Lokd, lift 
thou up the light of thy countenance upon us," &c— Psalm iv. 6. 

When, of His works the last and best, 

Man from His Maker came, 
A matchless jewel he possessed, 

Felicity its name. 

The inestimable trust he might 

With innocency lose : 
He sinn'd — and now, the lost delight 

Incessantly pursues. 

" 'Tis not with me," the height exclaims ; 

" Xor yet in me/' replies 
The depth, — and thus a thousand aims 
In vain the searcher tries. 

To Thee, blest Saviour, let me go : 

As rivers tow'rcl the sea 
Tend with a never-tiring flow, 

My soul would tend to Thee : 


Its trouble in Thy love's embrace ; 

Its care in Thy repose : 
Its vileness in Thy boundless grace : 

In Thee itself, to lose ! 

The rivers roll, but find no rest 
Until they reach the main ; 

Nor can this heart be truly blest, 
Till it Thy bosom gain 



* Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble." 
Psalm xxxii. 7. 

Protect me, mighty Conqueror ! 

While on this battle-field : 
Thou only, in the fearful war, 

Canst form my fitting shield. 

Oh ! never for one moment leave, 
Or fail to prove my friend ; 

My life from every foe retrieve, 
And unto death defend. 

All other refuge, Lord, than Thou 

I utterly resign ; 
Into Thy gracious hands I now 

Commit myself and mine. 

As vessels from the ocean's roll 
To some safe sea-port flee ; 

So, from a troublous world, my soul 
Her haven seeks in Thee. 



" My flesh and my heart faileth, but God is the strength of my 

heart, and my portion for ever." — Psalm lxxiii. 26. 
" To you, therefore, that believe, he is precious."— 1 Pet. ii. 7. 

Assail' d by foes invisible, 

Whose fierce assaults rare truce allow, 
Yet, feeble to contend with ill, 

As reed before the torrent's flow : 

A stranger in a desert drear, 

Where snares at every step I meet, 

A sinner hastening still more near 

That solemn bourne — a judgment-seat : 

Thus doom'd, like some benighted bark, 
The waves of this rude world to plough, 

My prospects, Saviour, oh, how dark, 
But for a harbour such as Thou ! 

In Thee, for every want of mine, 

A fit and full supply I find ; 
Wisdom unbounded, power Divine, 

With grace unsearchable combined. 

Thanks, Father, for Thy precious Son ! 

To Him, as shell to rock, I cleave : 
Oh ! save a wretch by sin undone, 

And glory e'en from sin receive. 



"—I am continually with thee."— Psalm lxxiii. 23. 

My soul would start aside from God, 

AYith centrifugal force ; 
But He, with some correcting rod, 

Restrains it to its course. 

Or, should His sheep, with silly choice, 
Stray from her proper track, 

He trial sends, with threat'ning voice, 
To hunt the wand'rer back. 

My way, amid a wild of snares, 

I would far forward mark, 
But He, in love, the lantern bears, 

And leads me in the dark. 

I, like the prodigal, that fool, 
Would my own banker be ; 

He *d have me in short traces pull ; 
Himself supplying me. 


Supplies, but as I need, arrive ; — 
The manna kept would spoil : — 

He knows I, like the olive, thrive 
Best on a niggard soil. 

Thus, near Him, me from hour to hour 

His suitor He detains : 
Happy detention ! where, secure 

From harm, I kiss my chains ! 

He will not trust me with a store, 

And thereby set me free ; 
But keeps me sailing close to shore, 

Lest I be lost at sea. 


Heb. iv. 16. 

If underneath yon azure dome 

There be one blessed place 
Where we foretaste the bliss to come,. 

It is the throne of grace. 

There God and man, amazing thought ! 

As friends together meet, 
Through Him whose blood all favours bought— 

The heavenly mercy-seat. 1 

Faith all the intervening space 

Annihilates, and sues 
The King in His own holy-place. 

In privileged interviews. 

Oh, did we to that blest retreat 

More fervently repair, 
How many a heart with joy would beat, 

That now is rack'd with care ! 2 

1 Comp. Ex. xxv. 17, with 1 John ii. 2. 2 See Phil. iv. G, 7- 


When the Almighty stands prepared 

All blessings to dispense, 
Shall we e'en seem to disregard 

His goodness, so immense ? 

If once we reach that realm of praise, 
Where prayer no more is made, 

This will our ceaseless wonder raise, 
That we so seldom pray'd. 


Our prayers, God, not only few 

And fugitive have been, 
But oft express'd what was untrue, — 

The fruit of lips unclean. 

We ask'd to have our hearts new-made/ 
And with Thy love inspired, 

While nothing — so our actions said — 
Was less what we desired. 

We askVl, as others we forgave, 

To be ourselves forgiven ; 
While, like the tempest-troubled wave, 

By stormy passions driven. 


We ask'd to be refined from sin, 

And to Thy likeness wrought : 
But oh ! the fiery discipline 

Was furthest from our thought. 

Ah ! had we not in Christ a friend, 

To purify each prayer, 
And with it His own pleadings blend, 

How well we might despair. 

Father ! Thy promised aid increase, 

Until the incense blest, 
By Thee enkindled, never cease 

To fume within my breast : 

Till, like a rampart, it protect 

My soul from eyery foe, 
The world's fold climate disinfect, 

And Heaven's around me throw. 

With Thee I still woidd persevere, 

Striving as Jacob strove, 1 
Till prayer become as constant here, 

As praise wall be above. 

1 See Gen. xxxii. 24, 29. 



" But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet/* &c. 
Matt. vi. 6. 

Amid a scene of strife and care, 
What transport is it, to retreat 

To some secluded place, for prayer 
And contemplation sweet. 

The seasons, when aside we steal 

For these, amid life's journey rough ; 

Are e'en as wells where Camels kneel, 
To have their loads ta'en off. 

However others may deprive 

Their weary souls of rests so rare, 

Mine could not long their loss survive ; 
Her very lungs they are. 

Yea, as the finny creature springs 
Out of the tide, the air to drink, 

I must emerge to heavenly things, 
Or soon to miserv sink. 


Away, ye worldly thoughts ! that would 
Profane the sacred, privileged ground ! 

Here is the single spot bedew'd ; 
'Tis arid waste, around. 1 

Thou, whose loveliness inspires 

With rapture all the harps of Heaven ; 
To love Thee how my heart desires, — 
Shall not the grace be given ? 

Gather all glorious things in one, — 
The gems of air and earth and sea ; 

Though they composed a splendid sun, 
It darkness were, to Thee. 

Remove the invidious lingering cloud, 
That doth Thy fairest face conceal : 

1 cannot love Thee, as I would, 
Till Thou Thyself reveal. 

Thou know'st my tvish to love, sincere, — 
How, like the thirsty spaniel chained, 

Struggling to reach the water near, 
I toward Thee have strain'd : 

In pity, then, withdraw the screen, 

By ray dark spirit interposed. 
There's nothing me and Heaven between, 

If once Thou art disclosed. 

1 See Judges vi. 3G, 37. 



' I said not unto the seed of Jacob, Seek ye me in vain. 1 ' 
Isaiah xlv. 19. 

Lord, what a privilege do they miss, 
Who at Thy feet refuse to kneel, 

And scent the heavenly world from this, 
And in their souls its sunshine feel ! 

! ev'n as on the stream serene 
Their heads the languid lilies rest, 

Would I in conscious weakness lean 
Upon Thy kind supporting breast. 

Yea, like that plant which in the wave 
Thou mak'st in purity to thrive, 

1 in Thy heart my roots would have, 
And thence a life divine derive. 

To Thee I 'd flee from vain regret, 

From sorrows that would weigh me down, 

And, soaring, earth itself forget, 
Amid the glory round me thrown. 

And should I see Thy smiling face, 
! how the very gate of Heaven 

Would seem the consecrated place, 
Where I the interview was given ! 

prayer's profitableness. 99 

I feel how worthless are my prayers : 

But then, within Thy Holy Fane, 
An Advocate for me appears, 

Who cannot plead my cause in yain. 

His merits with an incense-cloud 

Enclose the awful mercy-seat, 1 
His wounds, so many mouths, 2 aloud, 

If He were silent, would entreat. 

And e'en as vapours gross, that use 

From lowly vales to meet in air, 
Touch'd by the sun, their grossness lose, 

Transfigured into glories there ; 

So, prayers from lowly hearts that climb, 
If through the Days-man 3 they ascend, 

Tinged by His brightness, grow sublime, 
And in Thy sight all beauties blend. 

And couldst Thou once our suits forget, 
Endorsed with His all-powerful name, 

They must receive an answer yet, 
He would Himself the answer claim. 

Wing'd seeds they are, to Heaven up-blown ; 

There to take root in Thy rich field ; 
Thy own blest Spirit them hath sown, 

Prime produce in due time to yield. 

1 Rev. viii. 3, 4. " Rev. v. 6. 3 Job ix. 23. 


'Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ) the 
Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort : who comforteth 
us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them 
which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we our- 
selves are comforted of God." — 2 Cob. i. 3, 4. 


" It is good for me that I have been afflicted.'— Psalm exix. 71. 

Before I was afflicted, 

From Thee I wander'd far : 
Thy Word's true light rejected 

For each illusive star. 
My law my own volition ; 

Yet, caught by this world's course, 
I hurried to perdition, 

Borne with a " Rapid " 's tore-. 

A cloud came o'er my spirit, 

And fill'd me with dismay, 
So blank, I seem'd t' inherit 

A world without a ray ! 


A host of hell-born terrors 
Around me were array'd, 

And through a maze of errors 
My anxious path was laid. 

Dark, dark was all before me ; 

The past no solace lent ; 
The waters deepen'd o'er me, 

Down, as to hell, I went ! 
As hope's last spark was waning. 

Out of the depths I cried ; 
Scarce ever prayer restraining, 

For mercy I applied. 

At length, as new-created, 

My heart more humble grew ; 
The darkness dissipated, 

A Saviour first I knew : 
Then into light emerging, 

The kindness I perceived, 
That when, on ruin verging, 

Had thus my soul retrieved. 



' It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for 
the salvation of the Lord."— Lam. hi. 26. 

wanderer in life's weary way, 
"When sadness o'er thee lours, 

Succumb not to the tyrant's sway, 
But hope for happier hours. 

Not always does the sky, o'ercast, 
Hold back the genial beam ; 

The heaviest night creeps out at last, 
Though leaden-paced it seem. 

Thou hast a feeling Friend above, 
Who oft has succour' d thee ; 

And, every hour, new mercies prove 
He faithful aye will be. 

Oh ! tarry His good time, — it will 
Evince His love and power ; 

The cloud of blessings, gathering still, 
Will shed the richer shower. 

Then, e'en as at th' approach of spring, 

The lark uplifts his voice, 
Despite the storm, so do thou sing, 

And still in hope rejoice. 



" But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may he perfect 

and entire, wanting nothing."— James i. 4. 

" The Lord is good to them that wait for him : to the soul thai 

seeketh him."— Lam. iii. 25. 

The soul, in the furnace of trial, 

Is wofully wont to complain ; 
T' interpret delay as denial, 

As though all its pleadings were vain. 1 

Does such a suspicion beset thee ? 

Dismiss it, as sinful and weak ; 
It is not in Love to forget Thee ; 2 

In Truth, any promise to break. 

His child has an injury suffer'd, 
That threatens incurable grief ; 

And, under the remedy offer'd, 
He struggles, and cries for relief. 

But hush ! — 'tis thy heavenly Father 
Thus healing the wounds of thy sold : 3 

Then wilt thou complain, and not rather 
Adore Him for making thee whole ? 

1 See Psalm lxxvii. 7-10. 2 See Isaiah xlix. 14—16. 

3 " I am the Lord that healeth thee.'' — Exod. xv. 20. 


Thy sufferings cannot give pleasure 

To Him who is infinite love : 
Then patiently tarry His leisure, 

The end will His tenderness prove. 

Yes, wait for the hours that shall gladden ; 

They '11 recompense when they arrive : 
The bee that is heaviest laden, 

Least quickly returns to the hive. 



'* He doth not afflict willingly, nor grieve flhe children of men.' 
Lam. iii. 33. 
" For whom the Lord loveth he ehastencth."— Heb. xii. 

Ox the marble's hard material 
Many a blow the sculptor deals ; 

To bring out the form ethereal, 

Which th' unshapely block conceals. 

We, when trials sharp we suffer, 
God's diviner sculpture are : 

Nor one needless touch He '11 offer, 
His own precious work to mar. 

Yet, may weak-eyed mortal truly 
The Almighty's counsel scan, 

Or unfold His purpose fully, 

When He deigns to chasten man ? 

No ; but on th' assurance leaning 
That His darling name is " Love," 

Faith anticipates His meaning ; 
Knows it must the kindest prove : 


Nay, like ships in air reflected, 
While below the horizon still, 

Sees the promised joy projected 
In an image palpable ! 

Tried one ! then, let not thy spirit 
Be o'erweeningly depress' d ; 

Is thy trust a Saviour's merit ? 
In His truth and mercy rest. 

With a brother's eye discerning, 
He thy sorrows makes His own : 

O'er thee hath His heart been yearning, 
Though His face have worn a frown. 1 

He refrains Himself the rather, 
That the joy thou yet shalt know, 

May a mightier volume gather, 
And thy bosom overflow. 

Burst, then, from dejection's fetters ; 

In the power of faith be strong : 
Wait for God ; in golden letters 
Wilt thou read His heart ere long. 

1 See Gen. xlii. 7. 



' Sorrow is better than laughter, for by the sadness of the coun- 
tenance the heart is made better."— Eccles. vii. 3. 

Does Sorrow locl^e within thy breast ? 
Receiye her as an angel- guest ; 
Sent, though in sombre weeds conceal'd, 
Thee the sublhnest joy to yield. 

By sorrow life's calm pool is stirr'd, 
AYhen healing virtue is conferred : 
Our souls a new-found strength derive ; 
Corruptions die, and graces thrive. 

In sorrow we a Saviour prize ; 
Our wing'd petitions storm the skies : 
Time's vain deluding visions fly, 
And leave us with Eternity. 

Each lovely hue, by grace portray'd 
Upon the soul, that else would fade, 
Affliction's fiery element 
Burns in, and renders permanent. 


And, as when rain is in the air, 
Remoter scenes a clearness wear, 
So, now, celestial regions grow 
More vivid through the tears of woe. 

When day withdraws his veil of light, 
We view a far diviner sight ; 
Thus sorrow, while this world's eclipse, 
Proves often Heaven's apocalypse. 

Then hail the precious, privileged hour 
That brings such glorious views with power ; 
Unveils a realm, where all is bright, 
And lines Earth's clouds with heavenly light. 



" God is our refuge and strength ; a very present help in trouble 

PSALiI Xlvi. 1. 

What difficulties wall me round ! 

They insurnioun table appear. 
( ) Thou, so oft a helper found, 

Through these huge hills my passage dear 

Thou didst of old the sea divide, 

While march'd across thy rescued host ; 

The waters were as petrified, 

Till Israel reach'd Arabia's coast. 

And art Thou not to-day the same 
In power, in wisdom, and in love : 

The great immutable " I AM " ? — 
Lord, my deliverer likewise prove. 

Thou humblest these proud hearts of ours 

By leaving us to toil alone, 
And feel how small our boasted powers, — 

Then helping, when our power is gone. 1 

' Deut. xxxii. 36. 


But never need their courage swerve, 
Who pass o'er trouble's threat'ning sea, 

So long as its rough surges serve 

To make them look the more to Thee. 

Their trials constitute a school, 

Wherein they learn Thy truth and love ; 
Submitted to Thy gentle rule, 

And tutor'd for the life above. 

Nor wilt Thou in the furnace them 

Detain a single moment more, 
Than to Thy watching eye shall seem 

Required to fine the precious ore. 1 

[ T ntil that happy time arrive, 

However long and keenly tried, 
Let wrestling faith courageous strive, 

Knowing it cannot be denied. 

1 " He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver." — Mai. iii. 3. 



: Lord, in trouble have they visited thee : they poured out a prayer 
when thy chastening was upon them." — Isaiaii xxvi. 16. 

The bow of heaven aye fairest bends 

When darkest is the sky ; 
And freshest, when the dew descends, 

Earth's fragrance climbs on high. 

Thus, brightest heavenly hope appears 

In dark affliction's hour : 
And sweetest, when baptized with tears, 

Is felt devotion's power. 

Nor will our God the trust betray, 
Reposed on Him, though weak : 

The reed with tempests bruise He may, 
But never, never break. 1 

And when the soul, that tender reed, 
With trouble bruised, He takes 

And breathes on it, divine indeed 
The melody it makes. 

As rain-drops on the bended flowers 

Imprint celestial dyes, 
The soul, while bow'd with sorrow's showers. 
Takes colours from the skies. 

1 Isaiah xlii. 3 ; Matt. xii. 20. 



% No man knoweth either love or hatred by all that is before them-' 

Eccl. ix. 1. 

" For, whom the Lord loveth he chasteiieth;— Heb. xii. 6. 

Think not, ye prosperous, if ye mark 
The righteous man distress'd, 

That evils of a dye more dark 
His bosom must infest. 1 

The tree that most in fruit abounds, 
Most feels the primer's hand : 

The ploughshare ever deepest wounds 
The most productive land. 

The purest gold the test hath borne 

Of the severest fire : 
And cuttings keen the gem have worn, 

Whose lustre you admire. 

Thus, oftentimes, His precious ones 

The great " Refiner " 2 tries, 
That, radiant as so many suns, 

They may adorn the skies. 

1 See Job xviii. and xxii. - Malacbi iii. 3. 


Yet unto such, while sorest tried, 

Tie can a peace impart, 
That, when each wish was gratified, 

Ne'er reached the worldling's heart. 

Who would not rather be as poor 

As lie at Dives' gate, 
Than that unfeeling epicure, 

Amid his sumptuous state ? 

Go ; view o'erwhelm'd with every storm 

The man of Uz, and know 
Affliction is the uniform 

Heaven's sons wear here below. 


" All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as 
keep his covenant and his testimonies." — Psalm xxv. 10. 

There 's not a tiling that can occur, 
Howe'er with, evil it seem stored, 

But good to them must minister, 
"Who are the lovers of the Lord. 

Sorrow, calamity, delight, 

Labour, discouragement, success, 

At length their iris-tints unite 
In pure celestial blessedness. 

Christian ! still repose on God ! 

With patience in His promise rest, 
For every wind on time's rough flood 

Must waft thee tow'rd a haven blest. 1 

There wilt thou find, how much soever 
His dispensations here might frown, 

They all so many artists were, 

Brightening for thee a glorious crown. 

That blood-bought crown, with joy sincere, 
Himself will place thy ^rows around, 

In its rich circlet every tear, 

Thou sheddest now, a brilliant found. 

1 Rom. viii. 28. 



' In the day of my trouble I sought the Loed ; I complained, and 
my spirit was overwhelmed."— Psalm lxxvii. 2, 3. 

ever gracious God ! 
Give ear to my request, 

And lift away this load 

Of trouble from my breast. 

1 vainly with it strive ; 
Thou canst relieve, alone : 

Until thy time arrive, 
I 'neath a millstone groan ! 

Alas, how frail we are ! 

By sin reduced so low ; 
But Thou canst for us care, 

And dost our sorrows know. 

For, in Thy sojourn here, 
Thou didst endure them all ; 

Thou knew'st the bitter tear, 
The wormwood and the "rail. 


When Thou dost turn away 

Thy face, I feel as one 
Who strives to make it day 

In th' absence of the sun. 

O pardon, Lord, the sin 

That may have Thee displeased : 
Speak peace my heart within, 

And be Thy wrath appeased. 

Thy clemency is great : 
Then quickly send relief ; 

My soul resuscitate, 

And smile away my grief. 



1 waited patiently for the Lord, and he heard me."— Psalm xli 1. 

Patiently for Thee I waited, 

Till the period should arrive 
When, Thy anger's storm abated, 

Thou should'st bid my heart revive. 

Thou, who still Thy children cheerest, 

Near them through life's chequer'd hours ; 

Art in time of trouble nearest, 
As the sun, when winter lowers. 1 

And although, neglect resenting, 

Thou full long may'st hide Thy face, 

Still at length Thy heart relenting, 
All the brighter shines Thy grace. 

Thou hast known my sold dejected, 
When from all beside conceal'd ; 

Hast my earnest prayers respected, 
And my wounded spirit lieal'd. 

1 " A very present help in trouble." Psalm xlvi. 1. 


As a slow but sleepless river 

Through some vale is seen to glide, 

Spreading verdure wheresoever 
AVinds along its sea- ward tide : 

So Thy plan, its course pursuing, 
With incessant kindness teems ; 

Still the richest blessings strewing, 
When to us it slowest seems. 1 

1 See Isaiah xxx. 18. 



• Cast thy burden upon the Loud, and he shall sustain thee." 
Psalm lv. 22. 

What rare serenity, God, 

Thou canst to him impart, 
TTho learns on Thee to cast the load 

That weighs upon his heart. 

Like the delicious dawn of Spring, 

That Xature disenthrals, 
Or dew upon some drooping thing, 

It on the spirit falls. 

Thy truthfulness and tender care, 

In his experience seal'd, 
The wounds, that painful were, endear, 

So wonderfully heal'd. 

The comfort may not always come 
The moment we have pray'd ; 

The mind may still be draped with gloom, 
And trust appear betray'd : 

But when that gloom away is blown, 

Such blessed peace is given, 
As could have come from Thee alone : 

As proves itself from Heaven. 



" — let your requests be made known unto God," &c— Phil. iv. 6. 7- 

There are troubles we may not tell any on earth, 
No, not even those the most near : 

Very kindness forbids us to darken their mirth, 
And make our own bosoms more drear. 

But yet there is One, who is always at hand, 
Of tenderness large as His power : 

Whose ear, yea, whose heart, we may always 
command, — 
A retreat in each storm that can lower. 

Believer, are trial and sorrow thy lot ? 

To this precious asylum repair ; 
Consider what sin the rebuke may have brought, 

And acknowledge it mournfully there. 1 

Thou fearest thy trouble will ne'er have an end, 
But drag thee at last to the grave ; 

But nay, — thy kind God mil not always contend ; 
He is pledged from all troubles to save : 2 

1 " Only acknowledge thine iniquity, that thou hast trans- 
gressed against the Lord thy God." Jer. iii. 13. Comp. Job 
xxxiv. 31. 

2 Job v. 9 ; Psalm xxxiv. 10; lxxxv. 8. 


He waits to be gracious; 1 — He waits till He bring 

Thy will with His own to accord : 
He waits till the very quintessence He wring 

From the soul — in devotion out-pour'd ! 2 

He waits till the furnace so hot shall become, 
That thou may'st in His mould be new-cast. 

And such characters in the black letter of gloom 
Be impress'd — as for ever will last. 

And, if in her night-time His glory be show r n, 

And lessons celestial be taught ; 
On sorrow's dark plumage what hues will bo 

What food she from heaven will have brought ! 

The tide has a bound to its progress decreed, 
And darkness its term in the sky ; 

And joy will as surely dejection succeed 
In thy mind — and the hour may be nigh. 

At the footstool of mercy submissively bow T 'd, 

To urge thy request never cease : 
Such pray'r must out-climb the most obstinate 

And return with an answ r er of peace. 

1 Isaiah xxx. 18. 2 James v. 1G; Romans xii. 12. 



' Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly away, and 
be at rest."— Psalm lv. 6. 

Oh ! for that clirne where conflicts cease ! 

Where sorrow's clouds no longer roll ! 
The glorious sabbatism of peace ; 

The waveless summer of the soul ! 

When shall I land on that bright shore 
Where Satan's shafts no longer wound, 

And time's rude blasts disturb no more 
Than storms the fountain rocks surround ? 

How true, Redeemer, is Thy word — 
" Ye in the world shall trouble have : " 

Oh ! on my heart Thy peace be pour'd, 
Like oil, to still each stormy wave. 

And should this scene be to the end 

A scene of vanity and strife, 
Teach me, while 'neath the blast I bend, 

Higher to rise in heavenly life ! 

So, in each trying incident 

Thy gracious hand shall I behold ; 

And find the roughest, in th' event, 
A staff that hid a rod of gold. 



" For we know that the whole creation groaneth," &c.— Rom. viii. 22. 

I ask'd the swift heavens, as they wheel' d o'er 

my head ; 
I ask'd the deep sea, as he roll'd in his bed ; 
I questioned all nature, with travail oppressed, 
For what they all panted : they answer'd me — 

" Rest." 

Then turn'd I to man, and of him I inquired 
What blessing of blessings he mainly desired : 
From earth's sceptred monarch, of empires pos- 

To the hovel's poor inmate, he too replied, 

" Rest." 

Yes ; for rest all are sighing, and rest there re- 
mains : 
The soul, made for bliss, a true instinct retains : 
And Jesus hath travail'd, that we might have 

si : 
Hath sorrow'd, that we might for ever be blest. 


Then, pilgrim of Zion, look up through thy tears : 
How fair, through their flow, yonder high world 

appears ! 
Oh ! press for its raptures ; though toilsome the 

" There remaineth a rest to the people of God/' 

1 Hebrews it. 9. 



■' And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth/and the 
top of it reached to heaven."— Gen. xxviii. 12. 

In the abysses of the blue expansion, 
By its own radiance hid, a Palace lies ; 

Love is the air of the delightful mansion, 
And from its precincts grief for ever flies. 

What its felicity and what its splendour, 
Baffles the loftiest intellect to guess : 

The grandest joys of earth no more than render 
A trembling image of its blessedness. 

( )h ! could we get one glimpse of it, how meagre 
Would seem the richest bliss, experienced here ! 

Chains, the most silken, scarce could hold us, 
To spring aloft to that all-charming sphere. 

T is the great Monarch's house: creation's 
centre — 
Whence o'er His boundless reabn His smiles 
extend : 
Would we the royal presence-chamber enter, 
Christ is the stair whereby we must ascend. 



; Arise ye., and depart ; for this is not your rest : because it is 
polluted."— Micah ii. 10. 

In the cloud's eternal rush ; 

In the river's restless gush ; 

In the seasons' circling train ; 

In the ever-throbbing main ; 

In the spheres that roam through space,- 

An ethereal Xomad race — 

In a world with sin opprest, 

Read we, This is not our rest. 


In the eager chase to gain 
What oft yields less joy than pain ; 
In each object here enjoy 'd 
Leaving still a craving void ; 
In the perturbations strange 
That so oft this scene derange ; 
In the tempests of the breast, — 
Feel we, This is not our rest. 



In the higher heaven's repose ; 
In the peace of evening's close ; 
In the tranced hush of night ; 
In the calm, when storms take flight ; 
In those orbs that fix'd are found 
TThile the skies are whirling round ; 
In each scene where quiet reigns — 
We divine, a rest remains. 


Yes, there does remain a Rest 
From all woes that here molest : — 
From temptation, travail, care, 
Disappointment, pain, despair : 
From the trials sharp, that dart 
Fiery arrows through the heart ! — 
'T is in yonder high abode ; 
'T is with our Redeemer- God. 



' My presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee rest." 
Ex. xxxiii. 14. 

Yes, there 's a glorious rest, where all the ills 

We suffer here, shall cease : 
Where on the heart eternal Love distils 

Unutterable peace ! 

But oh ! ere that thrice happy rest be won, 

What weary deserts dread ; 
What toilsome marches, ' neath the scorching sun 

Of sorrow, may we tread ! 

How many an anxious day and irksome night 

The spirit may consume : 
What sore afflictions may the bosom blight — 

Ah ! worse than the Simoom ! 

Yet, courage ! — One goes with us all the way. 

Who will our wand'rings guide, 
And cause refreshing streams, from day to day, 

To flow our steps beside. 

And when, our wand'rings ended, we at last 

In Canaan seat us down, 
Oh ! what a brightness will the wild, we We passed, 

On its fair scenes have thrown ! 



" —all his saints are in thy hand."— Deut xxxii. 2. Comp. Eccl ix. 1. 

I 'm in the hand of God ! — whate'er befall, — 

Indignities, distresses, trials sore 
As nature can sustain, — they, one and all, 

Perform my Father's will, and nothing more ! 

Let Ocean burst his bars ; let earthquakes rage, 
Till hills and mountains from their seats be 
hurl'd ; 

Let the convulsions of each by-past age 
Conspire to shatter and disperse the world : 

Ay ! worse than all, let men be goaded on 
By fiends, to torture me, and spill my blood ; 

Yet, while I seem all helpless and alone, 

This thought will soothe — I 'm in the hands 
of God : 

Of Him, in power and goodness infinite : 
Who can His aid with every trial even ; 

Or pain reduce, or wind me up to it, 

Yea, make e'en agony o'erflow with Heaven. 




;> Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord, from henceforth." 
Rev. xiv. 13. 

Happy they who " sleep in Jesus ; " 

Borne to that all- glorious land, 
Where, by life-inspiring breezes, 

They to ecstacy are fann'd : 

Where the face no tear-course furrows ; 

No diseases work decay : 
Where, if they remember sorrows, 

'T is as waters pass'd away : 

Where the clouds, if clouds e'er hover, 

Hues so exquisite invest, 
They, while gently flitting over, 

Thoughts ineffable suggest : — 

Realize some dream of splendour ; 

Or, enlivening the sense 
Both of bliss and safety, render 

Happiness still more intense. 

Where the 'streams through emerald meadows 

On in living crystal roll ; 
Showing in their bosom shadows 

That in sunshine steep the soul ! 


Where the trees of joy and gladness, 
If erewhile they dipp'd their roots 

In the depths of earthly sadness, 
Yield the more delicious fruits. 

Where the confluence of pleasures, — 

Confluence that never ends, — 
Gushing in melodious measures, 

To their Source in praise ascends. 

Where, while countless saints assemble 

On the glassy sea of gold, 1 
Him they perfectly resemble, 

Whom they on the throne behold. 

Where delight almost excessive 

They along with angels share ; 
And the glory, else oppressive, 

Find angelic strength to bear. 

Worthy object of ambition ! 

Can it be to mortals given ? — 
E^en the hope of its fruition 

Should infuse a present heaven. 

Storm-toss'd saint ! and shalt thou ever 
That delightsome land explore ? 

Yes ! if storms thy vessel shiver, 
Thou art wreck' d upon its shore. 

1 Comp. Rey. iv. 6, with xxi. 21. 
9 * 



-now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face," <fcc. 
1 Coe. xiii. 12. 

While in this lower school we stay, 
Truth, her own splendours to allay, 
Only " in part " the veil withdraws, 
That, all withdrawn, would blindness cause. 

Our hearts humility to teach, 
Heaven secrets keeps beyond our reach, 
Not suffering our presumptuous eyes 
The ark too close to scrutinize. 1 

But when on yonder coast we land, 
How will we joy to see expand — 
Without one intervening screen — 
The wondrous, brilliant, boundless scene ! 

And oh ! what rapture to reflect, 

That the dilated intellect 

Will ever, ages without end, 

Her range o'er that vast field extend ! 

1 1 Sam. vi. 19. 


There, as from height to height we soar, 
Or the profoundest depths explore, 
Xo self-complacent feeling, vain, 
Shall once the soul's pure region stain. 

From the last lees of pride refined, 
And but to our own brightness blind, 
Admiring, we shall still behold 
Fresh marvels in the Lord unfold. 

Still diving in that lucid sea, 
Blest fellow- students we shall be 
With angels, and one feeling prove 
Of reverent and adoring: love. 

While we, from sin's deep quarry brought, 1 
Pillars 2 elaborately wrought, 3 
Shall, wondrous grace ! e'en more than the}', 
His wisdom, love, and power display. 

1 Isaiah li. 1. - Rev. iii. 12. 3 2 Cor. v. 5. 

Eph. iii. 10. 


1 Thess. i. 3. 

" But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait 

for it."— Rom. viii. 25. 

" —be followers of them who through faith and patience inherit the 

promises."— Heb. vi. 12. 

" So he bringeth them to the desired haven."— Psalm cvii. 30. 

Since so blest is the haven we hope to attain, 
Oh ! should we repine, if the passage bring pain ? 
Bear up, weary pilgrims ! a brief season more, 
And your harps ye will tune on the heavenly 

Let tempests assail us ; let trouble and care, 
For the trial of faith, all their phantoms appear : 
Let even some joys, like false lights on a coast, 
Allure where our peace would be ship wreck' d 
and lost : 

What then ? If we but from our course never 

The Lord amid danger His own will preserve ; 
While Christ is the pole-star, kept constant in 

The voyage we surely in safety pursue. 


Then, if mariners sing, when the port is secured, 
Rejoicing the more for the ills they've endured; 
Think, think how exulting the song we shall 

When eternity's self shall be fill'd with our 




Phil. iii. 13, 14. 

Dismiss apprehensions, thy spirit dismaying : 
Recall not the clouds that have over thee swept ; 

Nor anew set the fountains of sorrow a-playing, 
By brooding on woes thou already hast wept. 

There 's a wreath to be won, how unspeakably 
splendid ! 
How richly it will for all sorrows console ! 
It crowns thee, the moment yon mount is as- 
cended ; — 
Run ; — press for the prize — nor stop short of 
the goal ! 

The morbid may choose, in some cavern or grotto 
To mope in dejection, or pine in despair ; 

But " upward and onward " be ever thy motto : 
Success is their meed, who but manfully dare. 

Wheh from height on to height thou art toil- 
somely wending, 

And tempted, at times, to give up and return, 
Remember Whose eye to thy steps is attending, 

And irresolution away from thee spurn. 


In climes where the winterly wind is at zero, 
The summer's warm smile is the welcomer 
found ; 

Tis battle that brightens the bay for the hero, 
About his scarr'd temples by Victory bound. 

Then, onward and upward ! the steep may be 
The storm and the avalanche awfully roar ; 
But, once on the summit, the way-worn and 
Rest, gladness, and glory await evermore. 


' The Lord thy God, in the midst of thee, is mighty ; he will save : 
he will rejoice over thee with joy: he will rest in his love ; he 
will joy over thee with singing."— Zephaniah iii. 17. 


" Thy way is in the sea, and thy paths in the great waters : and thy 

footsteps are not known."— Psalm lxxvii. 19. 

"—they have seen thy goings, in the sanctuary."— -Psalm lxviii. 24. 

" We walk by faith, not by sight." — 2 Coe. v. 7. 

God's goings oft resemble 

Theirs, who the world sail round — 

Long steering from the haven, 
Whereto they still are bound. 1 

thou who canst not trace them, 
In tranquil trust adore : 

His wondrous works defying 

Our vision to explore. 2 
The ocean's bed is deeper 

Than mortal line may sound ; 
Else, bowers, to match with Eden's, 

Would blooming there be found. 

1 Sec the beautiful history of Joseph. 

2 "Be still and consider the wondrous works of God." Job 
xxvii. 14. 

god's goings. 139 

Events, we deem all adverse, 

He shapes to suit His ends ; 
The iron-hard knee-tirnbers 

Ev'n with His purpose bends. 

His leadings through the Desert, 

Circuitous, seem'd wrong : 
But fruitful of what lessons, 

Was that wilderness, so long ! 

" All these things are against me," 

Bemoan'd the Patriarch tried : 
But goodness form'd the burden 

Of his song, before he died. 

Let Faith, then, fill such office 

As Reason fills, in sight : 
Whatever seems inverted 

In God's procedures, right. 

They all, however devious, 

Or running under- ground, 
To have tended to the welfare 

Of His people, will be found. 

Through all the magic cable, 
That holds them moor'd, at last, 

The crimson cord of mercy, 
At Calvary dyed, has pass'd. 



Johx vi. 16—21. 

Along thy lake, Galilee, 
Tempestuous falls the night : 

A boat on that wild, stormy sea, 
Is struggling with its might. 

As rowers of the perilled bark, 

The twelve Apostles view ; 
Hard toiling in the midnight dark — 

A weary, anxious crew. 

And now their strength is fairly spent, 

And they of life despair ; 
When lo ! on their deliverance bent, 

The Lord of earth and air ! 

But as He on the billows treads, 
The strange, portentous sight 

Fresh terror o'er their spirits spreads, 
And cries proclaim their fright. 


* ; Be not afraid," He says, " 't is I." 

Oh, talismanic word ! 
With joy they view their Master nigh, 

And welcome Him on board. — 

Ah ! still, when dangers darken round, 

And Jesus to our aid 
Approaches, ever faithful found, 

We sinners are afraid. 

His ways are not as ours, but high 

As Heaven is earth above ; 
And where we read calamity, 

He means new proofs of love. 

Oli ! pardon, Lord, our unbelief; 

On Thee our hopes are stay'd : 
I Maw near and say in every grief, 

"'TisI; be not afraid." 



' Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness ?" &c— Song of 
Solomon viii. 5. 

Who cometh from the wilderness, 

Leaning on her Beloved ; 
Her face, though sadden' d with distress, 

Of beauty unreproved ? 

Clear as the orient sun appears 

The radiance round her shed ; 
And terrible the look she wears, 

As host with banners spread. 1 

Three worlds regard her as she goes ; 

To each a wonder great : 
Celestial legions her enclose, 

To guard from hell's deep hate. 

Wherever press her wounded feet 

Along the desert's sand, 
The desert's air is render'd sweet, 

And rarest flowers expand. 

Fatigued, and at the point to die, 

She oftentimes appears ; 
But still, as upward turns her eye, 

Smiles glisten through her tears. 

i Cant. vi. 4. 


For then — her vigour to revive — 

He, on whose arm she leans, 
Supplies some kind restorative, 

And points to palmier scenes. 

Behold the Church ! — the espoused wife, 

The Bride elect, of God ! 
Brought by His power from death to life, 

And purchased by His blood. 1 

Her King as precious her esteems 

As the apple of His eye : 
Her friends and helpers His He deems, 

And all who harm her die. 

Yes, " fair one, 2 " of His love possest, 

Small cause for fear hast thou : 
As certain to enjoy the rest, 

As if thou hadst it now. 

Thy Husband wears thy nature ; hence, 

Thy welfare forms His care ; 
And they attack Omnipotence, 

Who to molest thee dare. 

Then, through thy still untravelTd road 
Go on, from strength to strength : 

The high-wall'd City of thy God 
Shall shelter thee at length. 

1 Acts xx. 28. - Cunt. ii. 12. 



* Forsake me not, O Lobd."— Psalm xxxviii. 21. 

When on through the desert I wander, 

And haply feel weary and worn ; 
AVhen in loneliness sadly I ponder, 

The scene all around me forlorn : 
When at last I sit down and languish 

For loved ones, who are remote, 
And sink, overcome with anguish — 

My Father ! forsake me not. 

Should the hopes that I fondly cherish'd, 

After luring me on for years, 
Have faded, and finally perish/d, 

A rainbow dissolved in tears ; 
Should weakness, pain, sorrow, combining, 

Their vials discharge on my lot, 
And my sun seem in clouds declining — 

Kind Spirit ! forsake me not. 

A LITANY. 145 


When the sea, which the earth embraces, 

Shall cease round its shores to flow, 
And the isles disappear from their places, 

And all is a wreck below ; 
When the hemisphere shall resemble 

An oven intensely hot, 
And the pillars of nature tremble — 

God of mercy ! forsake me not. 


When the stars, from the firmament falling, 

Like burn'd-out lamps, expire ; 
And the lost on the mountains are calling 

To shelter them from Thine ire : 
When a deluge of flame encases 

The world to its death-pangs brought, 
And blackness o'erspreads all faces — 

Blest Saviour ! forsake me not. 




" For the Lord God is a sun and shield," &c— Psalm: lxxxiv. 11. 

Jesus is the jewel-pivot 
Which the world's great watch doth rivet : 
Making all things move propitious 
Unto them, who hold Him " precious/' 

Having Him my sure reliance, 
Earth and Hell I bid defiance : 
Though their thunders they should double, 
Me they never more shall trouble. 

Go, affright the false and trimming, 
With the stream of folly swimming : 
Menace the profane and faithless — 
They who follow Christ are scathless. 

He, midst every storm that rages, 
Their security engages ; I 
Undertakes to keep and guide them, 
And with every good provide them. 

1 Psalm oxxi. 7. 


Yes ! in that most strong munition ; l 
That impregnable position ; 
On each effort and appliance 
Ye can use, I hurl defiance ! 

Nor the world, nor all resources 
Wielded by infernal forces, 
Nor created power whatever, 
From the love of God shall sever. 2 

1 Prov. xviii. 10. 2 Rom. viii. 38, 39. 




' Who is like unto thee, O people saved by the Lord : who is the 
shield of thy help, and the sword of thy excellency !"— Deut. 
xxxiii. 29. 

Thou that sitt'st in Heaven enthroned, 
By countless worlds their Sovereign own'd, 
To Thy commanding view display' d, 
Stands every creature Thou hast made. 

And all — from angels, w^ho surround 
Thy seat, with glittering amaranths crown'd— 
To wicked men and fiends, are still 
Obedient vassals of Thy will. 

Th' infernal powers, by Thee restrain'd, 
Are convicts in Thy service chain' d ; 
Of men Thou spiest the black designs, 
And blastest them in their own mines. 1 

King supreme ! how well may they 
Who love Thee, and Thy laws obey, 
On Thee devolve their every care, 
As sure Thy constant love to share. 

1 Job v. 12—14 ; Psalm ix. 15, 16. 


In life's short passage, tempest-tost 
They often are, but never lost : 
Thy word and oath * the ship insure, 
And their eventual weal secure. 

For them Thou gav'st Thy Son to bleed, 
For them Thy kingdom hast decreed ; 
With Thy safe conduct, thither they 
Through hosts of Hell make good their way. 

1 Heb. vi. 17—19. 



" —and lo, I am with you alway, even to the end of the world.' 

Matt, xxviii. 20. 

" The first and with the last."— Isaiah xli. 4. 

Lo, I am with you alway, 

In sickness and in health ; 
Your iron tower in peril, 

In poverty your wealth : 
Your morning-star in darkness, 

Your Comforter in grief : 
In every time of trouble 

Your sure and prompt relief. 

As I was with the fathers, 

With Abraham and Lot : 
With those three fearless heroes 

Amid the furnace hot : 
With my holy tribes in Persia, 

Appointed to be slain : l 
With my renowned martyrs, 

I '11 with the last remain. 

1 Sec Book of Esther iii., &c. 



Part sunbeams from their fountain ; 

Part saltnoss from the sea ; 
Ere height or depth shall ever 

Part my redeemed from me. 
I '11 shake the earth and heaven, 

And mould the world anew, 
But 'midst the wreck of Nature 

I still will shelter you. 


Ye are my precious people ; 

By power and purchase mine ; 
Engraven on my bosom 

Ye now " my jewels " l shine : 2 
And, borne upon my shoulders :< 

O'er sin, and death, and hell, 
Ye with me in my kingdom 

Eternally shall dwell. 

1 Mai. iii. 17. 2 Exod. xxviii. 16—21. 

8 Exod. xxviii. 9—12. 



: Ye that fear the Lord, trust in the Lord : he is their help and 
their shield."— Psalm cv. 11. 

As with spirits vapid, 
When the time expires, 

One from some too rapid- 
Festival retires : 

Summer with his gladness 

Carried to his bier, 
A prevailing sadness 

Seizes on the year. 

Nature's annual glories 

One by one recede ; 
Teaching allegories, 

He who runs may read. 

Fes ! those deepening flushes 
Her decline bespeak : 

So the red tide rushes 
To Consumption's cheek. 


Soon shall sink the vision 

Out of sight again, 
Like some scene Elysian 

Merging in the main. 

Ere another summer's 

Beauty shall us bless, 
Who can tell what rumours 

May the mind distress ? 

We a cape have doubled, 

Ne'er to be re-pass'd ; 
And the world is troubled, 

Ere it be new-cast. 

Rut our God, still ranging 

Through the changeful year, 
In His love unchanging, 

What have His to fear? 

Christian, trust Ilim ever! 

Though thy course be dark, 
Mercy's Heaven-fed river 

Heaven-ward bears thy bark. 

On those arms extended 

( >nce upon the tree, 
Ts the world suspended : 

Thev will harbour thee. 


Ill His care confiding, 

Know thy strong defence ; 

Prove the powerful hiding 
Of Omnipotence ! 

Here my hopes are centred, 
Tranquil as the spheres ; 

Jesus Heaven hath enter'd, 
And Creation steers. 



•• Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour, until the 
evening."— Psalm civ. 23. 

From the East's ruddy portals Day's chariot is 

roll'd ; 
His course o'er a causeway of purple and gold : 
Creation's fair frame from the dead sea of night, 
A scene of enchantment, emerges to light. 

Thus shine, Sun of righteousness ! into my soul, 
Dispelling each cloud that may over it roll ; 
That all that is in me may melody make 
Unto Thee, like the songs which the sunbeams 

And while I go forth, against evil to fight, 
Thy presence go with me — an armour of light ; 
Thy Spirit my strength, and Thy promise my 

To keep me in Thy blessed fear all the day. 

So, mischief and danger afar from me driven, 
I now shall enjoy the sweet dawning of Heaves ; 
And thus living daily, Thy follower here, 
When Thou comest in glory, I '11 with Thee 

appear. 1 

1 Col. iii. 1—4. 


" The day is thine ; the night also is thine."— Psalm lxxiv. 10. 

The sun has retired to his tent in the west ; 
But glories still linger, his steps to attest : 
Now they too have vanished ; and Night, most 

Her starry pavilion extends o'er the scene. 

The spirit of rest o'er all nature presides : 

How gentle is He who such solace provides ! 

God's hand o'er a tired world its shadow out- 
spreads ; 

Protecting His loved ones, while slumber He 
sheds. 1 

Yet, many this hour are in sorrow and pain : 
Yea, many lie crush'd under tyranny's chain : 
May God give them songs in their midnight of 

And speed the glad hour that shall bring them 


1 " So he giveth his beloved sleep." Psalm cxxvii. 2. 


To Him let my heart in warm homage ascend, 
That His shield over me and all mine may extend, 
And ev'ry fresh evening, Time wings in his flight, 
Find me nearer the land where no longer comes 

His alone be the praise, if aught good I have 

done : 
The ill may He blot with the blood of His Son : 
In my breast, while I sleep, be His peace shed 

And I, on awaking, be still with my God. 


"—for there shall be no night there."— Rev. xxi. 25. 

No night of gloom, to veil the view 

Of that most wondrous clime, 
Eclipsing all that Art e'er drew, 

In hours the most sublime. 

No night of ignorance, to bound 

The intellectual glance ; 
But knowledge clear, enlarged, profound. 

That ever will advance. 

No dusky shade, inviting sleep ; 

For there they never tire, 
But one continual service keep, 

Nor any rest desire. 1 

No night of weeping : tears have fled, 

Before th' eternal day ; 
E'en as the dews, in darkness shed, 

Glad morning smiles away. 

1 Rev. iv. 8, "and they rest not day nor night, saying, Uoly, 
holy, holy," &c. 


Xo night, to curtain shame or crime ; 

But one long jubilee ! 
No night — that sable child of Time — 

For Time no more shall be. 

Xo night of watching, suff'ring, care, 

The blessedness to blight ; 
The Sun aye shines unclouded there, 

At his meridian height. 



' Let the people praise thee, O God : let all the people praise thee. 
Then shall the earth yield her increase, and God, even our own 
God, shall bless us. God shall bless us, and all the ends of the 
world shall fear him.*'— Psalm lxvii. 3—6. 


"All thy works praise thee, O Lord, and thy saints shall bless 
thee."— Psalm exlv. 10. 

The Lord a God of harmony 

In all His works appears : 
With songs resound yon courts on high. 

And hymning move the spheres. 

Then seems the sky a silver bell 

(The sun its golden tongue), 
Whereon, to ears that hearken well, 1 

His praises still are rung. 

The myriad tribes through ether pour'd, 

And insects of the ground, 
Though manifold their notes, accord 

In one melodious sound. 

1 Psalm xix. 1 — 4. 


Come we to man ? to music's charms 

How sensitive lie proves ; 
Xor he alone, — its spell disarms 

The fiercest thing that moves. 

And when the Church in tuneful lays 

Extols her Saviour's love, 
How cheerful rise her chants of praise, 

To blend with those above. 

Then in redemption's gladdening strain 

God's attributes combine 
To form, like Aaron's bells, a chain 

Of harmony divine. 1 

God of love ! the choir complete ; — 

Attune to these the soul ; 
Till unto Thee one chorus sweet 

From all creation roll. 

1 Exod. xxviii. 33—3-5. 



(For the Nativity.) Luke ii. 8—14. 

Lend me, ye celestial quires, 

That your Sovereign's advent chanted, 
One of your melodious lyres ; 

Or to mine their tones be granted : 

So I 'd celebrate His birth, 

Who from your high home descended, 
And, while deem'd a child of earth, 

The Creator's glories blended. — 

Long had prophets' harps, sublime, 

With the blissful theme been swelling : 

Now had come th' appointed time 
They had been with joy foretelling. 

'Mid the moral darkness dread 
Man had drearily been groping, 

When the orient gleam was shed, 
Mild as summer-morning's op'ing. 

Ah ! then dawn'd on earth a day 
That was ne'er to know an even ! 

Slow the shades might troop away, 
But away they should be driven. 


Half the world on tip-toe stood, 

Looking for th' illustrious Stranger ; 

Little weening that He would 

Make His entrance from a manger ! 

Yet, so came the Highest One, — 
Salvo'd with no peals of thunder : 

Sent to suffer and atone, 

He eschew'd the gaze of wonder. 

Only to a rustic band 

Was the great event reported, 
With harmonious strains so grand 

As ne'er mortal sense had courted. 

All the brighten' d air, about, 
Seem'd to be with angels filling ; 

As though Heaven were pouring out, 
Earth with her own transports thrilling. 

And in th' East a special star 
Sign'd to sages, there beholding ; 

Ushering to a lovelier far — 

The blest Infant — God enfolding. 

Truth, our star, thus shining clear, 
Speed we where its rays invite us ; 

Till in its own glorious sphere 
To His presence it shall light u<. 

11 * 



1 Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord." 
Psalm cl. 6. 

He, who made all things for His praise, 
From all things will that tribute raise : 
From angels to the tiniest thing 
That cleaves the wave, or sports on wing. 

And He, who fashions great and small, 
Regards, as harmonizing all, 
The grandest and the feeblest note ; 
None from His world-large heart remote. 

To saints that see Him eye to eye, 
And swell the glorious chants on high ; 
How poor our praises must appear, 
How all unworthy Him to hear. 

How utterly below their theme 
Must their own former praises seem : 
Were they to dwell on earth again, 
Thev 'd laud Him in another strain ! 


Let faith the place of sight supply, 
And bring the Saviour to us nigh ; 
Then will the beauty they admire, 
Our bosoms with like ardours fire. 

Then will our praises Heaven's begin, 
Nor less acceptance with Him win 
Than e'en the hallelujahs loud 
Of myriads in His presence bow'd : 

Even as the tinkling streamlet's chime 
As pleasing to His ear may climb 
As cataract's far- resounding roar, 
Or ocean's, thundering on the shore. 



"' Praise him according to his excellent greatness." — Psalm el. 2. 

Oh ! who in Heaven, much less on earth, 

Thy greatness can declare ; 
At whose behest the void gave birth 

To this creation fair ? 

Who didst that beauteous azure tent, — 

The boundless hyaline, — 
Above the watery element 

Rear up, the world t' enshrine ! 

Who like a molten looking-glass 1 

The firmament hast made ; 
The beams that prop the splendid mass, 

Deep in the waters laid. 2 

By Thee were sown the fields of space 
With systems, as with grain ! 

And shoals of orbs their glorious race, 
Upheld by Thee, maintain ! 

1 Job xxxvii. 18 2 Psalm civ. 8. 

god's greatness. 167 

When first this planet, Man's abode, 

Thou didst on nothing hang, 
The morning stars her natal ode 

For joy together sang. 1 

The sea, that in its prison raves, 

Thou wallest with the land, 
And all the mighty world of waves 

Enclosest in Thy hand ! 

But where is Thy far residence, 

The veiling heavens behind ? — 
In light unsufferably intense 
Thou hast Thyself enshrined. 

Who would not fear Thee, awful Sire ? 

Who to Thy sway not yield ? 
Alas ! against Thy kindled ire 

Could earth present a shield ? 

Yet, mortal man, the ephemeron, — 

The animated clod, — 
Ignores the God he lives upon ; 

Unto himself a God ! 

( ) Thou, whose matchless Name we spell, 

Impress'd on earth and air, 
Achieve Thy grandest miracle — 

Thy workmanship repair. 

1 Job xxxviii. 7. 

168 god's greatness. 

Let Thy own likeness on the soul, — 
Which Sin so soon effaced, 

To stamp thereon her features foul, — 
Be faithfully retraced. 

Then shall the loftiest praise be Thine- 
We made, from evil, " good ; " 

The colours shall unfading shine, 
Fix'd by a Saviour's blood. 



There is One who imprisons the ocean with bars, — 
A wild beast in his cage ; — who manoeuvres the 

stars ; 
Gives the lightning its mark ; on the hurricane 

rides ; 
And over each movement in nature presides. 

The creatures that tenant earth, water, and air, 
All daily receive from His table their fare : 
Men, angels, and demons alike He commands ; 
All might and all energy held in His hands. 

His name He hath graved on the floor of the deep ; 
It gleams through the waves, as they over it sweep ; 
'T is letter'd in gems in the world's dusky mines ; 
And in the starr'd concave a monogram shines. 

'T is writ on the rocks — the clench'd teeth of the 
hills ; 

On the flow'ret, whose censer with incense He fills; 
'Tis inwove on the fringe that embroiders the 

cloud ; 
The storm and the thunder proclaim it aloud. 

The regions infernal have heard of His fame ; 
Tt fills with high Psalms the empyreal frame ; 
( )h ! shall it not fire our more rapturous strains. 
Whose surety He suffer'd, whose Saviour He 





* But God bath revealed them unto us by bis Spirit," &c. — 1 Cor. 
ii. 9, 10 ; conip. 1 Peter ii. 9. 

My God, how glorious is the crown 
Thou hast prepared for those 

Who lay their rebel weapons down, 
And on Thy word repose. 

Oh that the world Thy goodness knew ! 

In millions, now estranged, 
What a reaction would ensue, — 

To love adoring, changed ! 

What praise shoidd I not render Thee, 

Who hast to me reveal' d 
That precious saving mystery, 

From multitudes conceal'd ? 

Oh ! purify my inmost heart, 
And make its depths serene, 

Till heaven, to its profoundest part, 
Reflected shall be seen. 



• Bless the Loed, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.' 
Psalm ciii. 2. 

Now let me doubt Thy love no more, 
My ever- gracious, tenderest Lord ! 

Whose goodness in so rich a show'r 

Has on my worthless head been pour'd. 

While yet in youthful pride I row'd 
Against the current of Thy will, 

Thy love to me unceasing flow'd ; 
Leading me on, though blinded still. 

Ever, amid the scene of care, 

When far from home and kindred placed, 
In some kind friend Thou didst prepare 

A gourd to cheer me, 'midst the waste. 

And though I still would fear betray, 
Thou wast unweariedly the same : 

The ill, I dreaded, pass'd away ; 

The good, I dared not hope for, came. 


And when arrived the hour benign, 

When Thou my wandering heart would' st turn, 
With what blest fire Thou didst refine 

That which in hell deserved to burn ! 

Rose on my lorn, benighted soul 

The morn of day that ne'er should cease ; 

Dread Sinai's thunders hush'd their roll, 

While spake the " still small voice " of Peace. 

And of Thy unexhausted love 

Each moment brings some token new : 

Oh ! let Thy pillar ne'er remove, 

But guide and guard, the desert through ! 

Then, while from heaven, with clearer eyes, 
On Thy long course of truth I gaze, 

I '11 see in sovereign grace its rise, 
And mercy gild its darkest maze. 



" Thou in'faithfulness hast afflicted me."— Psalm cxix. 75. 

Lord, thanks to Thee my heart returns : 
Though trials long hedged up my way, 

Roses have grown upon the thorns ; 
Beneath each grief a treasure lay. 

Fatness indeed Thy clouds distil : 

Thy touch can make e'en anguish smile : 

Oh ! keep me from the real ill, — 
A godless world ; a heart of guile ! 

Dark look'd Thy dealings ; nay, severe : 
Often I said, " Can this be love ? " 

Now, they so many threads appear 
Of one rich web, by mercy wove. 

Yes, dread the trial-furnace gleam'd ; 

But Thou didst with me walk therein ; 
And thus the fire, so fierce that seeni'd, 

Has only burn'd the bonds of sin. 

And oh ! this wish it hath produced, — 

Now that Thy hand hath set me free. — 
Lord, let those bonds, so strangely Loosed, 

Bind me the faster unto Thee. 1 

1 See Psalm cxvi. lo. 


•'—all my springs are in thee."— Psalm Ixxxvii. 7. 

Great Object of a world's neglect ! 

How lost to genuine joy are they, 
Who, while the Fountain they reject, 

To broken cisterns turn away ! 

The sea to which our souls should run, 

As eager rivulets, Thou art : 
Of true delight the genial sun : 

Oh ! may I feel Thee warm my heart ! 

Lord, hast thou loosed the snares at last 
That held me in so firm a thrall ? 

Now keep me as Thy captive, fast : 
Uphold me, — or at once I fall ! 

As on a stream we upward wind, 

The several tributary rills 
Successively are left behind, 

Till but one source the channel fills : 

So, blessed Saviour, would I prove 
Dependent less on lower things, 

By finding simply in Thy love 
My upper and my nether springs. 



' All thy works praise thee, O Lord ; and thy saints shall blesi 
thee."— Psalm cxlv. 10, 

Lord of universal nature ! 

As admiringly we gaze, 
All things, to the tiniest creature, 

Speak Thy power, attest Thy praise. 

Look we to those worlds of splendour, 
Which above in beauty roll ? 

All to Thee their glory tender ; 
Thee with finest chime extol. 

When the Deep its voice uproarious 
Utters, and Thy organ plays, 

reivers, woods, the music glorious 
Aiding, one grand anthem raise ! 

And, while all things round are chanting 
Praise to Thee, shall Man alone 

In the jubilant choir be wanting ? 
Yield the single jarring tone ? 

176 man's praises challenged. 

Man by nature's charms surrounded, 

Blest inheritor of all ; 
Man, tow'rd whom Thy grace abounded, 1 

To redeem and disenthral ? 

No ! our kindest God and Father ! 

If our praises we forbore. 
All the ills Thy vials gather, 

On us might'st Thou justly pour. 

1 Rom. v. 15—17. 


•■ Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Sion," &c.— Psalm lxv. 1. 

Divine was the praise at the birth-day of time, 
When the orbs from God's hand on their 
pathways were rolTd : 

The angelic host join'd in a concert sublime, 
For joy, the magnificent scene to behold. 

And grandly the hymns of eternity woke, 

When, to save a lost world, a Redeemer was 
given : 

From Bethlehem's fields the glad melody broke, 
And quickly awaked the full chorus of heaven. 

But a still grander strain is reserved for that 


When mercy the long reign of evil shall end ; 

Then from earth such a loud hallelujah will 


As shall with the songs of the seraphim blend. 

Man, rescued to God, the bright key-note will 

raise : 
The signal arouse all creation, until 
The myriads of voices, commingling in prai . 
Roll out that "To Deum," which ne'er shall 
be still. 



' Arise, O Lord, for thou shalt inherit all nations."— Psalm lixxii. 8. 
"Thy kingdom come."— Matt. vi. 10. 


Isaiah xxi. 12 ; Rom. xiii. 12. 

" Watchman, say, what of the night ? 
Does the darkness yield to light ? " 
Yes ! lift up thy downcast eye ; 
Dawn already streaks the sky ! 

Heaven has heard Creation's groans ; 
Tyrants tremble on their thrones : 
Time's last wave o'erhangs the beach ; 
Some grand epoch all things preach. 

Meanwhile sweeps the world along ; 
Blinded by delusion strong : 
As regardless whither borne, 
As the bark that drifts forlorn. 


Now the Church expectant stands, 
Holding up beseeching hands ; 
Watching for the blest sun-rise, 
Soon to greet her straining eyes. 

Yes, ye saints ! the morning 's near : 
Bid away unworthy fear, 
And, like nature's matin voice, 
In your King's approach rejoice. 

12 * 



-for he cometh, for he cometh, to judge the earth," &e. 
Psalm xcvi. 11—13. 

He cometh ; He cometh ; the Lord is at hand, 
To assume o'er earth's myriads His rightful 

command : 
A world to re-tune, brought to discord by sin : 
And e'en from hell's malice new honours to win. 

He cometh, the empire of darkness to close : 
To bless His adherents ; to punish His foes : 
To scatter the clouds from this curse-stricken 

And make it more lovely than yet it hath been. 

He cometh ; He cometh ; the roll of His wheels 
In signals expressive all nature reveals : 
( )h ! let us for His blessed advent prepare, 
In the service of love, in the posture of prayer. 



"Love not the world," &c— 1 John ii. 15. 

Christian, of this world beware, 
Lest thou be blinded by its glare : 
Its joys reject, its scorn endure, 
And thus thy lasting peace secure. 

The world indeed bears now the sway : 
Its vot'ries are th' admired and gay : 
The proud alone men happy deem : 
God's servants poor enthusiasts seem ! l 

But things shall other shapes assume, 
When, at the awful day of doom, 
The trumpet's peal the graves shall rend, 
And Christ from th' open'd skies descend. 

Lo ! Piety, above the spheres 
Enthroned, more bright than they appears : 2 
While those, who hated her, deplore 
Their dreadful error, evermore. 

1 " We fools counted their life madness," Wisdom v. 4. 
2 Matt. xiii. 43: Dan. xii. -'5. 

182 the christian's danger. 

Then knock to-day at mercy's gate ; 
To-morrow it may prove too late : 
How sad, though this whole world were won, 
If Heaven were lost, and thou undone ! 

Ah ! rightly weigh'd, this world proves light 
O'ercome it in Jehovah's might : 
Be firm, nor once thy warfare cease, 
Till death shall bring thee endless peace. 


'• How shall they hear without a preacher?" &c\— Rom. x. 1 1. 

Where China spreads her millions 

O'er Asia's eastern shore : 
AVhere India's proud pavilions 

Display their splendid store ; 
Where far Columbia's portals 

Receive the parting sun, 
To myriads of immortals 

Truth's light hath never shone. 

In Christ, the Lord of glory, 

There is for Adam's race 
A rich depository 

Of mercy, life, and grace. 
Shall we, the boon possessing, 

That might make nations blest, 
Forbear t' impart the blessing, 

And rescue the distrest ? 


Shall we, securely sailing 

O'er this world's stormy tide, 
The land celestial hailing 

With hearts beatified ; 


See others in the distance, 
Their vessel wrapt in flames, 

Xor send the prompt assistance 
Their signal' d danger claims ? 


Nay ! when, for help appealing, 

Their voice to us is borne, 
Were we, our bosoms steeling, 

Deaf to their Avail forlorn ; 
How might remorse keep stinging 

Throughout all future years ; 
And memory still be ringing 

Their death-knell in our ears ! 


Thou, to whom all regions 

Ere long shall homage pay, 
Send forth, send forth by legions, 

The heralds of Thy way. 
So, thousands still renewing 

Thy praise, around Thy throne, 
One blessed theme pursuing, 

Shall Thee their Saviour own. 1 

1 Rev. i. 5, 6; v. 9—13. 



' He giveth snow like wool ; he scattereth the hoar frost like ashes. 
Be sendeth out his word and melteth them : lie causeth his wind 
to blow, and the waters liow.'*— Psalm exlvi. 16, 17. 

I look'd on tlie landscape — but bleak was the 
view ; 
Snow, nothing save snow, might the weary 
eye meet ; 
The storm thickly fell, and ii bitterly blew : 
The triumph of winter was ne'er more com- 

A few days elapsed, and again I survey'd 

That landscape ; but oh ! how delightful the 
change ! 
The earth in white mou rnin g no longer arrav'd, 
Bright joy was suiiused over nature's wide 

thought then with comfort occurr'd to my 

mind, — 

How soon could the same mighty Being, whose 


The season had own'd, and its wildness resign'd, 

The weight that lies chill on the soul lift away! 


Oh ! then, what a blissful surprise it would prove, 
The bleak moral scene metamorphosed to view : 

Cold malice removed by the warm air of love, 
And man in God's image created anew ! 

How long, gracious Lord, shall the hour be de- 
layed ? 

For ever must hapless humanity mourn ? 
Ah ! when will the storm of Thy anger be stay'd, 

And joy to this sin-blighted planet return ? 

Oh, art Thou not pledged our entreaties to hear ? 
Then Thy Spirit breathe forth, and the woes 
that deform 
Thy once beautiful world, shall with speed dis- 
As before Thy south wind fled that wild win- 
ter storm. 



u And it shall come to pass, that everything which moveth. 
whithersoever the rivers come, shall live. — And by the river, 
upon the bank thereof, on this side, and on that side, shall grow 
all trees for meat, whose leaf shall not fade," &c— Ezek. xlvii. 


Flow on, celestial River, 

Along the desert wide : 
Of life and joy the giver, 

Where'er Thy waters glide : 
Bid trees perennial flourish, 

WTiere grow the brier and thorn ; 
Each plant of goodness nourish, 

Till Xature smile, new-born ! 


Flow on, till mountains vanish 

Before Thy conquering stream, 
And earth such fruits replenish, 

As dim our brightest dream : 
Till error, sin, and sadness 

Disfigure her no more ; 
Flow on in strength and gladness, 

And Paradise restore. 



" Thou sendest forth thy Spirit, they are created ; and thou 
renewest the face of the earth."— Psalm civ. 30. 

Once more the emerald tint of Spring 
Is o'er the landscape stealing ; 

Still, as the clouds their treasures fling, 
A fresher shade revealing. 

Pierced by the sunbeam's living lance, 
The woodland scene awaketh, 

And ecstasy finds utterance 

That th' air harmonious maketh. 

May He, who nature's face renews, — 

The blest eternal Spirit, — 
His favours on the soul effuse, 

Till it like life inherit. 

Thou hast in other regions, Lord, 
Thy people's prayers been hearing ; 

On us too be a blessing pour'd, 
The moral desert cheering. 


Yea, let us see o'er every kind 

The teeming clouds suspended, 
And thus the heavenly spring expand, 

Till over earth extended. 

Oh ! with what joy and thankfulness 

All hearts will be dilated, 
When once that scene shall effloresce, — 

The whole world renovated ! 



" The Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring 
forth before all nations."— Isaiah lxi. 11. 


When hurricanes are sweeping 

The ravaged landscape o'er, 
And woods response are keeping 

To Ocean's angry roar : 
What joy within us gushes, 

In view of that sweet time, 
When o'er all nature flushes 

Her annual vernal prime. 

The prospect more entrancing 

Of that yet brighter day, 
When, earth to light advancing, 

Sin's clouds shall flee away. 
While scenes, where once, all gory, 

The tide of war was driven, 
Shall seem, in peace and glory, 

As if let down from heaven. 

E'en now, in faith's clear vision 

The splendour I descry ; 
Love on angelic mission 

Descending from the sky. 

ZION CHEERED. 1 f > 1 

The world released from sadness, 
One loud exulting sound 

Of melody and gladness 
Is roll'd the nations round. 


Amid the valleys blooming 

Abundance fills her horn ; * 
Han, pristine grace assuming, 

New attributes adorn. 
Yea, taught by him, — once wilder 

In heart than even they, — 
The very beasts grow milder, 

And lambs with lions play. 2 

Then, cheer thee, mournful Zion ! 

Thy sorrows find a close : 
Thy champion, Judah's Lion, 

The Tyrant will depose. 
And when He shall enthrone thee 

On high above the hills, 3 
How wilt thou solaced own thee 

For all thy by-past ills. 

1 Joel iii. 18. 2 Isaiah xi. 6. ■ Isaiah ii. 


" —that they all may be one."— -John xvii. 21. 

There is a region, where direct 

Heaven's sweet illapses fall : 
Where blessings are vouchsafed, select, 

And truth is vertical : 

Where o'er us, warm, the wings unfold 

Of the celestial Dove ; 
Where in God's light we light behold : 

That region rare is — love. 

But as the east wind's bitter breath 

Holds back delicious Spring, 
Malign contention's blight beneath 

The Church lies withering. 

We spread our nets, the weary night, 

But they enclose no spoil : 
The precious seed we sow aright, 

But fruitless proves our toil. 1 

1 See Isaiah xxvi. 18 ; lix. 1, 2 ; James iii. 13—18. 


Nor strength alone we vainly spend ; 

Our very prayers seem vain ; 
While still the Saviour's robe we rend, 

What blessings can He rain ? 

Our mutual love would prove the spell, 

To draw Him down in power : 
The hand-like cloudlet, to foretell 

Of an abundant shower. 1 

But no ; we keep on fighting-ground, 

And live in mutual feud ; 
Yet marvel that the world around 

Is not by us subdued ! 

Strange if it were ! before we move 

The world, another heart 
We must evince : our practice prove 

We stand from it apart. 

Thus, water on our lamp we pour, 

For, Lord, Thou anger'd art : 
The glory hovers at the door, 

As ready to depart. 2 

Oh ! wake us, that our folly we 

May feel, ere Thou have flown, 
And the dire curse of apathy 

Quite turn our hearts to stone ! 

1 See 1 Kings xviii. 44. 2 See Ezekiel ix. 13. 


194 the saviour's prayer. 

Forgive the sins whereby, alas ! 

Thy name we compromise : 
Nor longer let our heaven seem brass, 

Impervious to our cries. 

The offensive thing cast overboard, 

That keeps our sky so dark ; 
And timely stop the leak, good Lord, 

That 's like to swamp Thy bark. 

Around us pour the climate clear 

Of love's celestial light, 
That Truth in her own atmosphere 

At length may charm our sight. 

Into our hearts, like fire, descend, 

To fuse them into one : 
Till our discordant voices blend 

In blissful unison. 1 

So, while shall cease our mournful plaints, 
Thy prayer its mark shall find : 

The admiring world drawn round Thy saints, 
In Thee, their centre, join'd. 2 

' SeeZeph. iii. 9; 1 Cor. i. 10. 

2 " That they all may be one ; as thou, Father, art in me, 
and I in thee, that they also may be one in us ; that the world 
may believe that thou hast sent me." John xvii. 21. 


" —and he went forth conquering and to conquer."— Rev. vi. 2. 

Ox His milk-white war-horse seated, 

Lo ! Messiah rideth on ; 
Till, His foes and ours defeated, 

He the final field have won. 

On His vesture, as with lightning, 
Are inscribed the awful words — 
In His progress ever brightening — 


Victory on His banner perches : 
Earthquakes pioneer His way : 

Follow'd by heaven's host, He marches 
In magnificent array. 2 

In the meteors' nightly streaming, 

In the comets' splendid hair, 
We discern His banners gleaming 

Dreadful, through the troubled air. 

1 Rev. xix. 16. ■ Rev. xix. 14. 

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Hell hath niark'd the signs portentous ; 

And her standard hath unfurl'd 
For the last dread fight momentous, 

That shall shock and change the world ! 

Satan, mustering all his forces, 
Leads them on ; resolved to wield 

His last tactics and resources, 
Ere he even to God will yield. 1 

Now, ye princes contumacious, 
Warning take, and kiss the Son : 

While ye yet may find Him gracious, 
His tremendous anger shun. 

He the realms to pieces dashes, 
That His vengeance still provoke ; 

Hear ye not e'en now the crashes, 
As they feel His crushing stroke ? 

Oh ! I see whole kingdoms water'd 
With the blood that soon must flow ; 

Oh ! I see the mountains scatter'd, 3 
In the awful overthrow! 

Rev. xii. 12. 2 Isaiah xxxiv. 3; lxiii. 1 — 6; Rev. xiv. 20. 
3 Ilab. iii. 6. 


Lieges of the Lamb ! dejected, 
Lift your heads, and banish fear : 

Lo ! your Saviour, long expected ! — 
Greet Him with a loyal cheer ! 

Be but firm a little longer, 

And the conflict will be o'er ; 
Jesus will have proved the stronger, 

And your foes be seen no more. 

Thunders will, like trumpets brazen, 

The grand victory proclaim ; 
And a brightened world emblazon 

The illustrious Victor's name. 



1 Light is sown for the righteous ; and gladness for the upright 
in heart."— Psalm xcvii. 12. 

'T is sad to witness daily, 

During Autumn's pensive hours, 

The falling of the foliage, 

And the drooping of the flowers ; 

But oh ! how changed the landscape- 
It ev'n a smile puts on, 

TV T hen brighten'd by the prospect 
Of Spring's return, anon. 


Ev'n so, amid the fading 

Of the present form of things, 
That o'er the faithless many 

So profound a shadow flings : 
Reflected on the Christian, 

Comes, to shed a light serene, 
The early evolution 

Of a far more lovely scene. 



Oh ! take comfort, ye who sorrow 

For the miseries of man ; 
Of that blest change the tokens 

Already may ye scan : 
In all the mighty movements — 

The world-convulsing strife ; 
Old institutes expiring, 

Others springing into life. 


How the usurper rages 

To foresee his empire fall, 
That hath, for iron ages, 

Held a tortured race in thrall ! 
Tremendous are his efforts 

To sustain it ; but in vain : 
Ev'n now are forged the fetters, 

That shall him their captive chain, 
Then, sing, ye vales and mountains ! 

And ye floods, lift up your voice ; 
Let universal nature 

In her destiny rejoice. 
A glorious sun is hidden 

Behind these stormy skies : 
And earth, now plunged in trouble, 

Shall soon to rapture rise ! 


Rev. xviii. 4. 

Come out of her, — the mystic city seated 
In pomp and splendour on the seven hills : 

Whose sorceries have so long the nations cheated, 
Whose cup th' intoxicating wine yet fills. 

Come out of her, — who o'er the many waters 
Her blood-impurpled skirt hath spread abroad, 

Her lies, her crimes, her blasphemies, and 
About to be remember'd are with God ! 

Come out of her, — her sentence has been spoken ; — 
And He who judgeth her, the Lord, is strong : 

The spell of the enchantress has been broken ; 
And soon shall cease for aye her syren song. 

Come out of her, — for fearful is her story : — 
She sitteth as a queen, nor owns a care : 

But in one hour her grandeur and her glory, 
Will, like a gorgeous vision, melt in air ! 

yes : no fading sunset splendours, brightening 
Her proud decline, the gazer shall deplore ; 

Rut suddenly, as struck by vengeful lightning, 
Great Babylon shall fall, — to rise no more. 



Heb. iii. 15 ; 2 Coe. vi. 2. 

Lingerer, stay no longer 

In the realm of sin ; 
Lest, thy bands made stronger, 

Thou be left therein. 

There 's a vessel ready 

To convey thee safe 
O'er the waves unsteady, 

That around it chafe. 

For the eternal city, 

Lo, the sails are set : 
On thyself have pity, 

"While thou mayest yet. 

Millions, disobeying 

The inviting voice, 
And t J embark delaying, 

Will bewail their choice. 


Angels, bending o'er thee, 
Tremble, lest thou stay : 

Mercy's self t' implore thee 
Deigns — 0, haste away ! 

By the tear that furrows 
Sad Remorse's cheek ; 

By the matchless sorrows 
Of the Saviour meek : 

By the warnings sounded 
In the sacred word ; 

By the joys unbounded, 
For the righteous stored : 

By those awful splendours 
Every eye must see ; 

By the gracious tenders 
Heaven still maketh thee : 

Haste with heart repenting ; 

Satan's realm resign ; 
And, to Christ consenting, 

View salvation thine. 



Ret. xxi. 5. 

T is the last morn : from dazzled skies descend- 
His meteor-flight the dread Archangel wheels : 

The adamantine ear of Darkness rending, 
His clarion peals ! 

Amazing sight ! — whether their several ashes 
Reposed in mountain's breast or ocean's bed ; 

Or wander'd where the farthest billow dashes, 
Come forth the dead ! 

Nor linger here : for lo ! in matchless lustre 
Th' eternal Judge reveal'd amid the air ! 

Plis saints, caught up, in myriads round Him 
Divinely fair. 

No longer with a trace of sin encumber'd ; 

But as the gems of morning, pure and bright. 
In dignity among the noblest nuniber'd, 

In realms of light. 


O, crowning hour ! — whose joy, anticipated, 
Attuned to transport's pitch prophetic lyres ; 

The whole Creation is anew created ; 
And Death expires. 

And now, each cloud dispelTd, that haply hover'd 
Around its splendour, God His love displays : 

While Man, with more than pristine glory 
Reflects His praise. 

" I :■ - .... 

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Be j 

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Oh ! know thy true wisdom ! the world may 

Spread a thousand gay charms to thine eye : 
But feels not thy heart, thou a solace dost need, 

Passing any that earth can supply ? 

Review the dread conflict on Calvary's crest ; 

Hear the cries of the Victim divine : 
Shall sorrows for thee, that so tortured His 

Touch no spring of contrition in thine ? 

Kneel, kneel at His throne, ere the period have 

When He still will thy pleadings allow : 
Remorse, like an adder, will sting thee at last, 

If thou turn thee away from him now. 



Song op Solomon ii. 8—13. 

Behold my Beloved on the mountains advancing; 
Like a hart or a roe-deer He bounds o'er the 

hills : 
He stands at the wall ; through the windows 

now glancing, 

He speaks, while Himself to my view He re- 

" Lo the winter is past, and the rain is gone over, 
The flowers on the earth in fresh beauty ex- 
pand ; 

The birds in their singing new graces discover ; 
The voice of the turtle is heard in our land. 

" The vine-blossoms round them their fragrance 
are throwing ; 
While, filTd with new force by the spring's 
genial ray, 
The fig-tree's sweet fruit into ripeness is grow- 
Arise, then, my fair One ; my love, come 



Thus, over each barrier, mountain-like rising, 
From guilt in our souls, and from justice 

The Saviour has sped, and, our welfare devising, 
Invites us ourselves to His will to resign. 

Oh ! let us, allured by affection so tender, — 
Affection that wakens the wonder of heaven, — 

To Him of our hearts make a willing surrender : 
Yea, had we ten thousand, they all should be 
given ! 



" Surely, I come quickly ; Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus." 
Ret. xxii. 20. 

From Thy royal chambers forth 
Come, Thou Hope of all the earth : 
Labouring nature longs for Thee, 
Her from agony to free. 

"Where Thy sunlight never shines, 
Yonder captive hapless pines : 
Come, and with Thy lightning- stroke, 
Sever the oppressor's yoke. 

Look, where rolls the tropic flood, 
Blushing deep with human blood ; 
Oh ! restore to freedom sweet 
A trie's aching arms and feet. 

Come, and by Thy presence bright 
End delusion's lingering night : 
Yea, a greater glory win — 
Terminate the reign of Sin. 

210 for Christ's coming. 

Cause idolatry to cease : 
Give Thy weary Zion peace : 
Bid the scourge of war remove ; 
Melt humanity in love ! 

Come, and dissipate our gloom ; 
Smile the wilderness to bloom ! 
So, the raptured world around, 
Shall Thy name in songs resound. 1 

By creation's struggling throes, 
Groaning 'neath innumerous woes ; 
By the millions perishing 
Far from life's eternal spring : 2 

By Thy promise, everywhere 
Pleaded in Thy people's prayer ; 
By Thy crown imperial, now 
Sparkling on Apollyon's brow : 3 

Come ! nor let our hope be vain ; 
Vindicate Thy right to reign ; 
Down be the Usurper hurl'd, 
Sway Thy sceptre o'er the world. 

1 Isaiah xxiv. 16. 2 Hos. iv. 6; Rom. ii. 12. 

3 Rev. ix. 11; John xii. 31. 



"—the teutit shall make you free."— Jony viii. G2. 

Abhorr'd be the thought, that this country. 

From the ills on her annals engraved, 
Should ever again, by or Despot or Priest, 

Endure to be duped and enslaved. 

She is not insensible, though she may seem, 
Of the blessings that hallow her sod ; 

And still do the fires in her memory gleam. 
That our forefathers slaked in their blood. 

She is quiet, as knowing her strength ; and dis- 
To harbour unmanly alarm ; 
But woe to the foes who would forge for her 
chains ! 
They may yet feel there f 8 might in her arm. 
14 * 


A spirit within her lies slumbering deep, 
Like the bolt in the calm summer skies ; 

Let intriguers beware how they rouse it from 
sleep ; — 
It would wake to their fearful surprise. 

Yet, England, by favours distinguished so long, 
Tread the steps thy deliverers trod : 

For, by one sacred tenure alone thou art strong — 
The keeping the truth of thy God. 

Be untrue to that trust ; that Palladium let go ; 

And, the charm that defended thee flown, 
Thine eyes at length open'd, too late thou wilt 

What around thee such lustre had thrown. 



" Moreover also I gave therri my Sabbaths, to be a sign between 
me and them, that they might know that I am the Loed, that 
sanctify them."— Eze Kiel xx. 12. 

Hail, holy Day ! that, once again returning, 
Gladdens our world with greetings from the 
skies : 

That lifts it from the mists of care and mourning 
To that bright ether, whence all darkness flies : 

How dull it were, without these kindly closes ; 

These haltings, that our pilgrim march beguile ; 
When nature from the primal curse reposes, 

And man rejoices in his Maker's smile ! 

Methinks, each Sabbath morn, heaven's bells are 

In celebration of a day so blest : 
Oh ! for her light, to our dim eyes revealing 

The glories that the day of days invest ! 

In double measure, now, the Saviour scatters 
The heavenly manna, for His Church's fare; 

At wisdom's wells she drinks the living waters, 
And feels her lungs dilate with heavenly air. 


Dear earnests of a happier existence ! 

In this mock life parentheses benign : 
Sweet desert-stations, lessening still the distance 

Between us and the land of life Divine. 

Rests for the migrant soul, in her endeavour 
To reach a sunnier clime, — her region true : 

Ports in our homeward voyage, where we ever 
May our supplies and energies renew. 

Heaven's rare contrivances, designed to shift us 
From stage to stage, along our heavenward 
road : 

Locks of a grand canal, that aye should lift us 
To higher levels, — nearer to our God. 

His boons to man, coeval with creation ; 

With our whole weal inseparably entwined : 
The priceless heritage of every nation — 

What ! — shalt thou by a Christian be resign'd? 

Links of a chain, our world with heaven con- 
necting ; 

Bright stepping-stones to its resplendent shore : 
Sweet stars of time, eternal love reflecting, 

What language could the loss of you deplore? 



1 The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light," &c. 
Isaiah ix. 2. 

•' Weeping Isle ! " — so let them call thee, 
Lovely daughter of the deep ; 

While such fearful chains enthral thee, 
Couldst thou once forbear to weep ? 

Thou of old, as records tell us, 

Wert for piety renown'd, 
And didst send thy preachers zealous 

To the darkened regions round. 

" Isle of saints ! " — a day of glory 
On thee yet again shall shine ; 

And thy grief- stained territory 
Smile with verdure all divine ! 

Yea, methinks, the happy season 
Hastening near, mine eye descries ; 

Error yields to truth, and treason 
From the face of wisdom flies. 


Soon, no more by priestly juggle 

Will thy sons be led about ; 
Baffled bell will cease to struggle, 

And the demon be cast out. 

Is this all a splendid vision, 

Never to be realized ? 
Nay ; e'en now a blest transition 

Hath thy waking heart surprised. 

Yes ! the renovating leaven, 

Spreading widely through thy breast, 

Only waits the warmth of heaven, 
Marvellous things to manifest. 1 

And that warmth will soon be granted ; 

God His servants' toils will own ; 
Erin ! long by sorrows daunted, 

Courage ! — light for thee is sown. 

1 The wondrous Revival, now in progress, is strangely verify- 
ing the above anticipation. 



* And the people rested themselves [margin, leaned) on the words 
of Hezekiah, king of Judah."— 2 Cheo>*. xxxii. 1—8. 

O'er fair Judea's darkened hills and plains 
Assyria's army spreads its wings of fear ; 

But mighty faith Judea's king sustains, 
And thus his people he essays to cheer : 

" Be not dismay 'd, but put on courage fresh ; 

Though many be with him, with us are more ; 
With the Invader is an arm of flesh : 

For us Jehovah fights, whom we adore." 

Like troubled seas made tranquil by a shower, 
They rested on his words, with minds serene ; 

Oh ! how much more should we, in peril's hour. 
On the sure words of the Almighty lean ! 



" For thy maker is thy husband : the Lord of hosts (Jehovah 
Sabaoth) is^his name." — Isaiah liv. 5. 

" Jehovah of armies : " l 

Behold His dread name, 
Who builded, and ever 

Bears up the world's frame : 
Who marshals His forces 

For battle, and they — 
Stars, elements, insects — 

His orders obey. 

Ay ! not alone angels — 

The meanest of things 
He can make the most dreadful : 

Send doom on their wings. 
He calls : — at His summons 

The pestilence comes, 
And, tyrants deposing, 

Thrones Death in their domes. 

1 Heb. Tsebaoth. — " It significth hosts or armies standing 
ready in martial order and in battle-array ; and comprehendeth 
all creatures in heaven and in earth, which are prest to do the 
will of God."— Gen. ii. 1 ; 2 Kings xxii. 19; Ex. xii. 41.— 


Ye rulers despotic, 

The Potentate l fear, 
And pay Him due fealty, 

Or — punishment 's near ! 
He down in the whirlwind 

Indignantly swoops, 
And for your Armadas 

A sepulchre scoops. 

Ah ! the proudest and strongest 

Shall own Him at length ! 
Let the weakest, who serye Him, 

Lay hold on His strength. 
Though the pillars of nature 

Should crumble to dust, 
As gems from the ruins 

He 'd gather the just. 

1 1 Tim. vi. 15. 



•' For God is my King of old, working salvation in the midst of 
the earth."— Psalm Lxxiv. 12. 

There are, who back would bring us 
To dreary times long gone, 

And of the ground deprive us, 
By battling centuries won. 

How much they misinterpret 
The mission of the Age — 

With error and corruption 
War to the death to wage ! 

Oppression's folds to sever, 
That still hold nations fast ; 

And from the huge constrictor 
The struggler free, at last. 

Unconscious of its mission 

The Age itself may be, 
And seem to drive at random 

Along a clouded sea. 

THE AGE. 221 

But One there is, who guides it, 

And ever nearer brings, 
By ways in tempests shrouded, 

A brilliant disc of things. 

The strong-hold He is storming, 

TVTiere Evil, sorely press'd, 
Makes the last stand, determined 

The conquest to contest. 

Hence all the mighty hubbub, — 
The world turn'd upside down ; 

The fluid is, ere fining, 
Into a ferment thrown. 

Dread elements, long working, 

The crisis- storm prepare — 
The vengeance-charged tornado — 

That shall renew the air. 

The world is retrograding, — 

Yes ! as the rising main 
Receding for a moment, 

A higher reach to gain. 

A martyr-generation, 

We buy with blood and tears 
A heritage of blessings 

For favour'd coming years. 

222 THE AGE. 

The lava -flood of ruin 

May whelm the scene awhile ; 

But soon above the ravage 
Will lovely landscapes smile. 

Kind influences, falling, 

Will fructify the soil, 
And seeds of good, up- springing, 

Requite the sower's toil. 

We travel through a tunnel, 

Resistlessly borne on, 
To emerge from gloom oppressive 

To glorious day, anon. 

And 'mid the din and darkness 

May " a still small voice " be heard, 

So sweet, by it to transport 
The human heart is stirr'd : 

T is that of love celestial ; 

The gospel's silver note : 
The prelude of a music 

That round the world will float. 

Faith mounts upon the shoulders 

Of the present, to behold 
The fair approaching future, 

The golden age unfold ! 

THE AGE. 223 

O'er earth, long sunk in sorrow, 
Yet sweeps the swelling surge ; 

But e'en now, above the deluge, 
The mountain-tops emerge ! 

Long struggling truth and freedom 
Have struck their roots profound, 

And soon those roots, grown giants, 
Will rend the roek around. 

Jehovah shakes the nations, 

An edifice to build 
Superb ; that shall for ever 

Be with His glory flll'd. 1 

1 See Psalm cxlix. 5—9; Isaiah xxxiv. 1 — S; lix. 17 — 19; 
ixiii. 1—4. 



Firmament of living light : 

Mine of wisdom infinite : 

Deep, wherein the more we dive, 

We at richer pearls arrive : 

Compass, that still faithful turns 

Where the soul's bright Pole-star burns ; 

Ladder, wherewithal we climb 

Far above the clouds of time : 

Honey' d rock ; conducting wire 

To affliction's scathing fire : 

Field that hides uncounted treasure ; 

World of truth, that none can measure ! 

Let disease my health destroy ; 
Quench my every ray of joy : 
Let me, from my country riven, 
To some ocean-rock be driven, 
Yet, with thee in exile there, 
Brighten' d by the aid of prayer, 
Bringing nigh a Saviour- God, 
Telling of His blest abode ; 


Showing "wondrous things " that might 
Fill a seraph with delight : 

It will prove a Patmos isle ; 
Solitude shall wear a smile : 
I shall seem on holy ground, 
Angels compassing me , round : 
Yea, I shall in comfort rise 
To the coast of Paradise ! 

Brother, of this boon possest, 
Know how richly thou art blest. 
Let it thy companion be, 
Counselling and keeping thee : l 
Sure, with wisest words to address thee ; 
Balm for all that can distress thee : 
Haven that affords repose, 
Till no tempest longer blows. 

And, Britain ! in this hour, 

When such dangers near thee lower, 

Keep this jewel as thy life, 

Fledge of yict'ry in each strife : 

As the signet on thine arm, 

Thy true safeguard, shield, and charm : 

Muniment more mighty far 

Than thy fleets and armies are : 2 

1 Prov. vi. 28. a T-auih \\.\iii. 6 j Prov. xiv. 34. 



It hath made thee what thou art,- 
Bind, oh, bind it to thy heart. 

Should thy bark be tempest-tost, 
And each other hope be lost, 
Holding by this anchor fast, 
Truth the ensign on thy mast ; 
Every storm thou shalt outride, 
And thy sun break forth in pride, 
Yet to yield a fairer sheen 
Than thy brightest day hath seen. 



•• So run, that ye may obtain."— 1 Cor. ix. 24. 

On, heaven-ward Runner, on ! 

And look not, look not, back, 
Whatever lights have shone 

Athwart thy shadowy track. 

All ! pleasures dead have spun 
Themselves a shroud of gloom, 

As lovely scenes, outrun, 
A saddening tint assiune. 

The Tempter will thy way 

With strong enticements strew ; 

And, bafHecl many a day, 
His efforts yet renew. 

Hut sternly pass each lure 
That woidd thy steps detain ; 

The ordeal brief endure, 
And joys undying gain. 
* 15 • 


Soon as these conflicts cease, 

Self- approbation will 
From them, in bowers of peace, 

Ambrosial draughts distil ! 

Saints, triumphing for aye, 
From glittering seats above 

With gaze intense survey 

Thee striving where they strove 

To their bright peak of bliss 
With all thy powders aspire ; 

Beneath thee an abyss 
Of everlasting fire ! 

Run w r ith unslackenins: Dace ; 

And so will progress serve 
For the remaining race 

Thy energies to nerve. 

Yea, resolutely run ! 

When faint, pursuing still ; 
The course thou hast begun 

Determined to " fulfil." 

Though arduous it may be, 
'T is never trod again ; 

And " the Fore-runner " thee 
All through it will sustain. 


With glory in thine < ; 

And Christ thy heart within, 
The inestimable prize 

Thou canst not fail to win. 

Then on ! — with constant soul 

O'ercoming all delays, — 
Toward the jewell'd goal, 

Aye brightening to thy gaze. 

On, as the tired bird speeds 

To its loved bower afar : 
Lo ! through the dimness leads 

" The bright and morning Star ! " 

On, with the victors blest 

In bliss to seat thee down ; 
T' enjoy the unending i 

To weat the un withering crown. 



"• Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright ; for the end of 
that man is peace."— Psalm xxxvii. 37- 

How blest is the hour of the saint's release ! 

Trial and conflict for ever past ; 
His soul an expanse of profoundest peace, 

On which a splendour Divine is cast. 

Behind is a desert of sin and care ; 

While opens a prospect unspeakably bright ; 
And a guard of honour is waiting there, 

Of angels, — his escort to realms of light. 

They hover around, like the glorious clouds 
That a canopy spread o'er the orb of day, 

Ere he yet our arrested gaze eludes, 
And drops in a golden flood, away. 

But lo ! the Saviour Himself illumes 

The chamber where His beloved one lies ; 

Who now is array'd with celestial plumes, 
And waits but the signal, to mount the skies. 

A gentle sigh, — and the victor has flown ! 

But a sweet smile stays on the features warm. 
The token that heaven has claim'd as her own 

The spirit that lodged in that tenant less form. 



' Thine eyes shall sec the Bong in his beauty : they shall behold 

the land that is very far oil*."— Isaiah xxxiii. 17. 

Seek we the Land, where no cloud ever darkens 

The smile of the sky, or the sheen of the soul ; 

Where to strains more divine the rapt listener 


Than erst on the sense e'en in dreams ever 


Where, never of discord is heard the harsh 

clangour ; 

But finely-tuned hearts the true harmony form: 

Where love knows no ebb, and devotion no 


But well from the bosom in gushes still warm. 

Where, rolling all golden, the rivers meander 
'Mong realms that throw Earth's most sublime 
into shade, 
Where through them, entranced, the inhabitants 
And find them in beauty perennial array'd. 


Where torrents of gladness pour in, without 
On souls of all sin and all sorrow relieved, 
And lift them on such inundations of pleasure 
As here, when most happy, they had not con- 

Where, grander and grander, existence pro- 
gresses ; 
Aye opening some burst of magnificence new : 
Where the vision of God everlastingly blesses : 
Where — sum of delights! — we the Saviour 
shall view. 



A noisome cage of birds unclean ... ... 56 

A. shell upon some peak of Earth ... ... o2 

A spirit humble, quiet, cool ... ... ... 86 

Abhorr'd be the thought, that this country, releas'd 211 

Alas! we must not look within ... ... 62 

Almighty, everlasting One ... ... ... 7 

Along thy lake, Galilee ... ... ... L40 

Amid a scene of strife and care ... ... 96 

An age immense elapsed, ere Time ... ... '22 

A - swell the soft tides of the Ocean ... ... 72 

A a with spirits vapid ... ... ... 152 

il'd by foes invisible ... ... ... 90 

Before 1 was afflicted ... ... "" LOO 

Behold my Beloved on the mountains advancing 207 

Come out of her, — the mystic city seated 


Dismiss apprehensions, thy spirit dismaying L36 

Divine was the praise at the birthday of Time Wi 

sorrow lodge within thy breast ? ... L07 



Faith is a principle divine 

Father of lights ! all minds in one 

Firmament of living light 

First moment in Heaven 

Flow on, celestial ftiver 

From everlasting the All-wise foresaw 

From the East's ruddy portals 

From thy royal chambers forth 

God's goings oft resemble 
Great Object of a world's neglect 

Hail, holy Day ! that, once again returning 

Happy they who sleep in Jesus 

He cometh, He cometh, the Lord is at hand 

He thought on us, while, all unknown 

He who made all things for His praise 

How all-desirable that Place ... 

How blest is the hour of the saint's release 

How finely suited to its ends 

How full of cruelty and craft 

How vast the advantage they possess 

How wondrous, Lord, the scheme 

I ask'd the swift heavens 

I hoped that I was crucified ... 

I look'd on the landscape, but bleak was the 

If underneath yon azure dome 

I 'm in the hand of God,- — whate'cr befall 




In the abysses of the blue expansion 

In the cloud's eternal rush 

In times, — to come, I trust, no more 

p \<.k 

" Jehovah of armies " 
is the jewel-pivot 


Lead me, God, unto the Rock 
Lend me, ye celestial quires . . . 
Lingerer, stay no longer 
Lo, I am with yon alway 

Lord of universal nature 
Lord, thanks to Thee my heart returns 
Lord, Thou of love the ocean art 
Lord, what a privilege do they miss ... 






Man born of God, in Christ believes ... 

Man's spirit once was wisdom's throne 
My God, how beautiful this world ! ... 
M\ God, how glorious is the crown ... 
My soul would start aside from God 





No night of gloom, to veil the view 
Now let me doubt Thy love no more 



() ever gracious God ... 

() Christian, of this world beware 

O God ! my sins so manifold 

LI 5 




O man, once resplendent, in ruin still great 

O Thou that sitt'st in Heaven enthroned 

O wand'rer in life's weary way 

O'er fair Judea's darken'd hills 

Oh ! bitter, bitter, was that taste 

Oh for a lyre, to sing the love 

Oh ! for a pen from angel's wing 

Oh ! for that clime where conflicts cease 

Oh ! that we did but read aright 

Oh ! this incorrigible heart ... 

Oh ! what a night of death invests . . . 

Oh ! who in Heaven, much less on earth 

Oh ! with what different eyes we see 

On, heaven- ward Runner, on 

On his milk-white war-horse seated . . . 

On the marble's hard material 

On yon blue dome, this lovely night . . . 

Once more the emerald tint of spring 

















Patiently for Thee I waited . . . 
Precious gospel ! how each craving 
Protect me, mighty Conqueror 


Redemption is God's paragon 
Rose of Sharon, once so lowlv 



Saviour, how every moment may i see ... 73 

Seek we the Land, where no cloud ever darkens 231 



Since so blest is the haven 

Sun of the soul, true comfort's source 

The bow of heaven aye fairest bends . . . 

The Cross ! the Cross ! bright crest of Time 

The Lord a God of harmony ... 

The love of the Lamb, &c. 

The soul in the furnace of trial 

The sun has retired to his tent in the west 

There are troubles we may not tell any 

There are, who back would bring us ... 

There is a happy walk below 

There is a region, where direct 

There is One who imprisons the ocean 

There 's not a thing that can occur . . . 

There 's pleasant music in the chime . . . 

Think not, ye prosperous, if ye mark 

Thou dwell'st in the glory 

'T is sad to witness daily 

'T is the last mom : from dazzled skies descending 

Watchman, say, what of the night 

" Weeping Isle ! " — so let them call thee 

What difficulties wall me round 

What matchless mind that crystal dome 

What rare serenity, God 

When hours of tranquil solitude 

When hurricanes are sweeping 

When of His works the last and best 



When on through the desert 1 wander 
When the arch-enemy had dared 
Where China spreads her millions 
While in this lower school we stay 
Who cometh from the wilderness 


Yes, Lord, Thy law indeed is good ... ... 28 

Yes, there 's a glorious rest, where all the ills 128 

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